Prelude to Nostalgia

My heart is a piano key Your heart is unconcerned with whether it remains locked Or its secrets spill upon the empty earth Like your cabernet when you've had one too many glasses And I've had one too many chances at loving you right I fear that I am incapable of loving at all To me it seems to be just a cocktail of attraction and attachment Familiarity and resolve to catch each other slow When words fail But I've failed And I don't think I feel any of it Did I ever? Or was I slipping into the memory of what once was Falling in love with a person and a place The cool glow of serenity And the unexpected spark of intimacy The soft crackle of jazz interrupted by the adjacent frequency's talk radio station And I get impatient When I fall victim to the reverie When I am falling Sinking Drowning in Paris Nostalgia