Last night
\nI listened to torch songs.
\nMusic for the heart,
\nplain,
\nsincere,
\nrepertory of eyes,
\nmouths,
\nvoices,
\nI will never see again.<\/p>\n
To be in love,
\nready for love,
\nshaped for love,
\nromance.
\nLike yellow sand
\nsuddenly carpeted with flowers,
\nsyncopation,
\nnever to go away forgetting
\nthe unendurable masquerade
\nthat hid longing.<\/p>\n
Touched now
\nonly in a song,
\na medley of moments,
\nhazy confusions.
\nHow love came,
\nhow difficult it was
\nin racing heartbeats,
\ntouching hands.
\nHow nothing so beautiful should end,
\nyet perished into flame
\ninto ash,
\nand trailing messages.<\/p>\n
I remember it all
\nthanks to the songs.
\nA give away face,
\na strangled affair,
\nthe spring incomparable in bloom,
\nand afraid it could all happen again.
\nLonging for things like this to happen,
\nand wanting never
\nto go there again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last night I listened to torch songs. Music for the heart, plain, sincere, repertory of eyes, mouths, voices, I will never see again. To be…<\/p>\n