1945
trumpets sang a triumphant song
that echoed throughout the city
and these lights,
these lights i tell you,
a tear.
looked up
around
the motions slow
i placed my hand upon
the white fur coat
he bought for me one day
one day ago
and felt the warmth
of my beating heart
that beats for him
my love
who i run to
into the open arms
of a man who lifts me up
and all stop to stare
at a moment
the scene so slow
as to stop the time of pain
and with this all stop to stare
at the lights
that shone down upon the two
whose love lit up the city
to set ablaze
such a song did play
at this very moment
in 1945