how not to fall in love
How not to fall in
A turntable by the slow river banks
Playing the banal music of the day
This was not real life
A bubble of illusion we loved each
Towards morning it got
Walked home and parted with a kiss
That held no promise other than being
A kiss on tired lips.
The rivers up north freeze over in winter
We had left the turntable on the bank.
I remember it well it was long ago
The illusion had stopped working; I love you
Had lost meaning words uttered in cold air
So we parted