Memories In Shades Of Black And White

Storms have an effect on memories

It was the song
That brought me out of the rain.
I smiled; he would have liked that touch,
Someone playing an upright piano
In a smokey bar
While it stormed wildly.
He loved cliches.

The lightening gave a photographic effect,
Memories in shades of black and white.
A strobe-lit tableau:
An old man,
Playing a ghostly melody,
On the ancient upright piano
A vase caressing a single rose.

For a moment
Time stopped.

"Father?"

"Eleanor?"

The smoke,
The lightening,
The song.

Time
Stopped

Dancing together to
Partnered words,

"I miss you."

Thunder smashed the moment
Slapping them into reality.

"I'm sorry I thought.."

Dancing apart from
Partnered words.

The rain still fell
Silently, softly,
I pulled my coat tighter
And walked into the night.

He loved tragic endings, too.