the last day of the year. a sonic boom. a silent night, a song. an empty wrapper of a chocolate kept for the sake of memory. the memory of beautiful things that never happened. coffee. a poem that makes me feel. something, like warm honey at the center, warm to the fingertips, a ringing in the ears. in a dream, lovers' limbs, a promise. an angry kiss. the night is cold and empty. a melody stuck in the head. a song, each word of which is an explosion. an universe on its own. who cares about what happened before, or what will come after. somewhere deep in history, a mistake was made. and so the lovers never met. or met and fought, with angry kisses on the mouth in empty apartment rooms. one left the other for dead. and then a bird pulled out a tooth from a box buried in the ground. the bird was red and blue.