The Music Haunts My Mind

So much of us seems left in parks
Here in Prague, there where you live
and in cities we've both left behind
Perhaps there's something too direct
in the closing of ourselves indoors

Places we might face each other
without the intervention of grass
No sun and wind to carry thoughts
aAway to drift like smoke from fires
that scorch my mind when touched

There were things we might have shared
that never made it past the blades of grass
pulled idly and chewed in conversation
Or am I wrong, my words written in shade
that dappled private script of sunshine

The misreading of lives we spend apart
Too little time to rewind, play it back
to hear the sounds, feel something
akin to strings on fingers that know
all the chords and never find the melody

Love is letting go and I've done that
It wasn't mine to capture anyway
all these parklands that we shared
Proper places to watch leaves blow
and still the music haunts my mind