In Memoriam

Oh, I am not sure
when you became another line
a sweet harmony in the bridge of my little life
But amid sweet soft jazz
and a dimly-lit room,
I lost.

All I can see is your eyes
shyly unfamiliar across the table
kindly uncaring among my past transgressions
Oh, you will never leave me
your voice sighs
I smile knowing that you will someday
because you and I both know
that all good things must end

When I step back on that plane
My heart will break
I assure you

But the piano man is playing something oddly familiar
like I have known these chords
and they have touched me
in places no man dare go
A haunting refrain some ghost from my past
has superimposed on your face

I drift longingly away back to the good months
of Persephone's shores
You are speaking again though I all hear
is Bella gently playing
as I give up on academia

Hidden beneath a piano
or a bed
this is where I stay
in memoriam.