Conjure

She thought maybe if she drank enough red Wore enough white She could conjure him up Like a dream or a spell or a bass line He'd come strolling through the den under the loft Whistling softly to his dog Perhaps if she really wanted hard enough Like a jazz tune he might Come waltzing in Turning circles around the space and the time and the sentiment where they had once let things go Yes, she was damn near certain she could manifest his presence Draw him in like a cool breath They would take up where they had left off If she let herself go just enough...