Danube Blues

In my father’s house are many memories

If it were not so I would have told you.

 

I go to hear to Strauss’ melody

And see the beautiful blue Danube

Lapping at the banks of my hazy mind.

To waltz

And lose the room in dizzy cascades,

Catching glimpses of your eyes.

 

Eyes that once held love

Dulled with time and hid behind newspapers.

Arms that once held hope

Faded along with the sun-spoiled tattoos.

 

Your name is graven on my skin,

Your callous words branded in the crevices of my mind.

 

I ran that night,

Socks studded with asphalt and soaked by puddles.

Banished and broken

I left.

 

To return in body perhaps,

But never in spirit.

 

I love(d) you

And maybe

You love(d) me too.

 

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