Homework done, like a dutiful son,
I’d sometimes tell my mum
I’d take the dog for walk – dying
for a smoke, as I was.
Drizzle mists the air – familiar lights
catch my eye. Candles, shimmer
at an open window as I glance inside
And there she sits, at an upright piano,
as she usually did ... lace curtains
bending with the breeze; jet-black hair,
embracing her arms.
Lingers still, the hint of a smile, flirting
with her lips, as she glanced, unashamedly
my way, and the melody she played –
a tune by Satie.
Like going back in time, when I heard it
again, today – sprang to mind, how green
were her eyes...and three tiny buttons
on her pale pink, silk chemise.