The Windows of Venice 

She had breakfast alone behind the fading mist of last night’s passion. Haunted by lovers come and gone, she stared vacantly through the windows of her Venice apartment. The salty air drifted in from the sea. Images arose in the prism of her emotions and a surge of desire brought her back to last night. Would he return? Was it real? 


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Reckless Abandon

We were lovers once

I was reckless, you were you

Taking yourself so seriously 

Arguing philosophy and love

See you in Milan, I texted you

Because you weren’t listening 

We sat in the café on Rue de la Paix 

Will you be there? 

We loved with abandon 

With abstract art hanging 

On the wall reflecting our passion 

And we were too afraid to ask

If it was real

I will phone you from Italy

He looked up when I said goodbye 

I need to catch my train 

“But we haven’t finished the interview”

And you haven’t kissed me

“Did you say ‘Italy’?”

Milan, actually 

Will you be there?

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