Manhatten, 23:45

By Reka Moscarelli

I felt a funeral, in my brain,
so you gave me a piece of an
orange
one of your favorite poems
slightly embarrassed I think
but you read in a clear voice
my head on your chest
I felt your heart beat
beat just a few of the
billion it will beat
you think you will drown before a billion
the line on your palm short
but I don’t believe that
I choose
to believe that I will feel your heart
beat a few more of its billion
In fact I hope I am there for
more than a few.