The tragic romance builds in the air and breathes through falling leaves.
Brown eyes stare through the summer night,
Dreaming of smoke and the embers dying on the fire.
Hazy eyes that you rub dry on your sleeves,
Makeup smears, clearing the smoke…
‘You have to go’
Piano plays. Fragile. Background music in your mind.
“I don’t know where”
A pause. Eyes meet.
‘Does it matter?’
The soundtrack to your life plays on
Piano and strings swirling in your head
Turning more complex and powerful
Your hand grabs the rail. You climb on up
“I love you”
You think you say over the whirling windmills
But you’ll never be sure
As the train moves on and the day closes
Backing against the door, hands held close
“I do love you,