nobody quite gets it but me

this one time quietly long ago
some of us were walking
(and two hedgehogs were walking)
in a crumbly towncity evening.

it was off the map. somewhere
between sunday and wednesday.

a kind of secret nobody-knows-about time.
folded away, almost forgotten.
smallsmallsmall yet also
bigger than the world.

only a few days.
only a few nights
but to me it was enough.

sometimes (in mauve dozing mornings,
with that lazy air that smells like other countries)
i think about you.