Someone told me you were melancholy
I thought I have not noticed
On that last of our meetings
For your smile lit up the room
In that small café’
That sat quietly along the Rhine
We shared a bottle of Chateau Pichon red
Your favorite
I fed you little pieces of French bread
You laughed a gentle laugh
Soft as parchment clouds
I looked deep into your majestic eyes
Something was happening to me
I had a feeling I have never had before
Certainly not like this
I was falling in love with you
I never wanted to leave that small café’
Yet time can alter dreams
As the old clock along the river
Chimed out what I had dreaded the most
You held my hands within yours
And with a soft whisper, you said I must go
I could have held you there for a lifetime
Perhaps even an eternity
We walked along the cobblestone street
As the rain fell upon us
Like velvet drops of love from heaven
I put my umbrella up
And pulled you in close to me
And opened the door to your car
You stopped and looked at me
Like you never have before
I did not want to let you go
I leaned in and you kissed me
You drove off like a skylark in the night
I went home and waited
And waited a little more
And the phone never did ring
And it is I who is the one
That is now Melancholy
I Miss you
My love..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
