how not to fall in love

How not to fall in love

 

 A turntable by the slow river banks

Playing the banal music of the day

We were in love yet like in a dream

This was not real life

A bubble of illusion we loved each

Other deeply.

Towards morning it got chilly we

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 then but I remember her well

◄ the acting lover

Hong Kong revoulution ►

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