45 Days a Hero

I windowed left
and rivered right,
passing tigers
and chain gangs,
back in time.

on this night,
four years ago,
I was tending bar
in Union Square
when she texted me
a terrific defeat.

life changes in seconds,
often remembered as 
massive moments when
memories are all we have.

and for the next 45 days,
I was her hero,
and love was real.

That was four years ago,
which is like high school
or college, and
my, how time flies
and love fades,
but it's okay,
I have archeological proof.