Everything Reminds Me Of You

Here on the threshold
of the night
I turn on the radio
There is the sound
of the Armenian flute
with its melancholic tunes

And in slow motion
I see us dancing
in small, subtle moves
Everything reminds me of you

I think of your dark brown, sad eyes
and wonder,
Are they still tied
to a history
that wasn’t yours?

And then my dark brown, sad eyes
Maybe,
we both tend to hold on
too much
to stories of melancholy

©RoseGirl2019

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