Title: Ponderings Over a Glass, a Piano and You
Your back had slipped from sight,
Out of view but not from mind,
Especially while your scent still lingered –
Unchanged and conjuring memories of before –
Around these halls where you never took a step
(and most likely never will).
It all contradicts what I stand for, you understand.
The past is the past and out of the hands of us few
Who will it away and regret the choices we make,
Then can’t wait for it to come round again.
You’d call it fate…
…but this time the piano begins to slide away
And you still aren’t back in frame.
So I sip my drink and enjoy the dying fall,
Wondering if you ever will
And whether that’s how things
Are ‘meant to be’…