a small violin

I watched you watching me
with large nervous eyes
beneath the marlboro red haze
pretending not to see
pretending not to remember

a small violin echoed
a sad melody in response
down the dirty alleyway
and i turned my head
so you wouldn't hear the tears

so i couldn't taste
the way things were
(before the war of words)
before the glass fell
shattering in the shadows

before we both turned and
walked our seperate directions
two familiar strangers
pretending not to see
pretending not to remember

a small violin, by leopoldina dewinter