New Year’s Eve-1997

It was the first New Year’s Day in New York

That I could remember being unseasonably warm

The sky was cloudless and endless

As I stared up from your rooftop garden on Greene Street

In the heart of SoHo

You stood next to me

And in our silence

We spoke to each other

Keenly aware of the other’s quiet movements

We breathed in tandem

Our eyes

Were full of hope

Lingering on that infinite blue sky

Unaware that one of us would leave this world for good

In the ending days of that September

Robert A. Cozzi

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