19 September 2023 at 8:02 pm

I’m picturing the Danube river

Broken hearts along the banks

And my heart aches with them in real time

I once dreamed of Paris

In my dream I see the Siene 

I wasn’t sure if it was the Siene

But now I read about it in books

By French authors from the 40s

And I picture myself there in the novels

Because you and I

We were like characters in a book 

But it was the steel bridges on the Chicago river

The train sounded like an angry God

The river was right below

Did you know what you were getting yourself into?

Because I certainly did

But I certainly didn’t want to know 

So I told myself that nothing mattered 

But everything matters now

And it matters in the way that

There are new broken hearts

Along the river bank

But a different river

Not the Danube, nor the Siene in my dreams, nor Chicago

But some other rivers that I thought I knew