How Not To Fall In Love

How not to fall in love A turntable by the slow river banks Playing the banal music of the day We were in love yet like in a dream This was not real life A bubble of illusion we loved each Other deeply. Towards morning it got chilly we Walked home and parted with a kiss That held no promise other than being On tired lips. The rivers up north freeze over in winter We had left the turntable on the bank. I remember it well it was long ago The illusion had stopped working; I love you Had lost meaning words uttered in cold air So we parted then but I remember her well.