1945 HRS APRIL 15TH 2007

Memories

are like a curse.

They haunt me

like a ghost.

I was sitting at home

listening to

Gustav Mahler's Adagietto.

I suddenly remembered

listening to that music

with you

sharing a bottle

of wine.

I felt so in love

then.

And then the next piece

had to be

Jules Massenet's Meditation.

I remembered

we were in Prague,

on a cold winter evening.

Standing on Charles Bridge

looking at the river,

as the moonlight

is reflected

on the little wavelets

sending millions of

little shimmering ripples.

It was so beautiful

to me.

Like you're so beautiful

to me.

The splendour of

Prague Castle

was behind us.

The gentle shimmering river

in front of us.

Holding a cup of

hot wine,

and a cigarette.

There was this

strolling violinist

playing Jules Massenet

on the bridge.

You huddled

next to me,

I felt like

the happiest man

in the world.

Now I'm just

a useless memory

still holding you

tight