how long this time
there’s nothing complicated about it she says
but I disagree without saying a word
stuffing whatever personal belongings
I can find into my weatherworn backpack
a lone violin begins playing on the radio
and suddenly I am transported to another day
she continues to talk above the music
most likely of money and promises and roses
but all I can hear is the violin lifting my spirits
she rises off of the bed and reaches for the radio
asking how long I’ll be gone this time
knowing full well the answer is probably forever
february two thousand twenty
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I can picture this … like a scene from a black and white movie. Great interplay between the characters. She’s clinging but he yearns to be free. I can see his point of view … and don’t even hate him for leaving 🙂
Great interpretation, Loredana. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts!
So many interpretations…love that!
I’m going to choose to believe he is going to follow his passion an be an incredible violinist 🙂
How true, Melanie, and yours is a great continuation.
Music can truly lift spirits. I can visualize someone raptly listening to the violin while his partner goes on about mundane things.
Yes, there you go!