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.
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
To return in body perhaps,
But never in spirit.
I love(d) you
You love(d) me too.