Prena Poetry

we slow danced
to blue moon by Dean Martin that night
we had a German wine and he talked
about politics, war, love, man kind, money
and the wonders he believed.
he told me i looked so beautiful
like a swan.
no,no he uttered and then he said
i looked lovely like the night sky
on fourth of July,
he said i was like a wine and whisky talks
with a cigarette in some grand French hotel.
he said he was in love.
and i was too, somewhere in between his talk
about his mother and the daughter he wanted.
i was, i did love him to a point
i forever wanted to be like the night sky
on fourth of July
and keep drinking wine with him.
i forever wanted to lay beside him
and wake up to grand gestures.
but forever was a knife with two sharp ends.
he was right, i didn’t look beautiful enough
like the white tundra swans on lake Erie.
he as right, those swans are bound to
grace and love their for a life time.
but, it was never the same for heart like ours.

because
people
do
fall
out
of
love.

and we have all the rights to say
its alright