The Hard Rock Café


Where do you want to spend eternity?
— a stone in Wales
                          Yoko Ono,
Grapefruit


I want to spend eternity with you
at the Hard Rock Café
in New York City.

We'll watch the crowds go by,
the lights,
and the reflections.

We'll witness kisses,
selfies,
breakups,

cheers,
and cries.

Someone will stop outside the window
and look in.

There will be nothing to see.

No questions asked.
No answers.

We'll be the twin napkin holders
keeping mum,

carrying the folded time.