Presence

Late one night between yesterday and the middle of next week
You were drinking wine
Whiskey for me
A sad soulful song on the broken radio (Waylon Jennings)
The Belle Of The Ball I think
A star fell into the lake
The moment passed
Quickly
Effortlessly
Inevitably
As water through our cupped hands
I reached for your knee
You smiled
The lake was still as cement
The song ended
The star splashed
I heard something flapping
A faint smell of shit returned (dog probably)
We were drunk
Laughing at something you said
We wasted a beautiful moment (It wasn't obvious) (I'll give you that)
We didn't think they would be so few and far between and never noticed its absence