For Viola (the Unsinkable)

The last time I heard her sing
She had her arms around me
Her voice took me to secret places
Where no lover of hers has ever been.

With my head on her shoulders,
My eyes seeing everything,
I listened to her singing
About the night she heard Caruso sing.

Through her songs she told me stories
Of her longings and of her fears
Of heartbreaks and goodbyes
Of getting old and being alone.

She sang like it’s the most natural thing
She sang as though she didn’t want to stop
She sang as if through singing she can bring back
Those faded memories of what we used to have.

So with my head on her shoulders,
And my eyes seeing everything
I listened to her singing
About the night she heard Caruso sing.