HEART FAILURE

“The night is falling

and it is a long way down,”

you said, and sipped your

Merlot. Caught me by

surprise on my side of

the booth at Torino’s. We

let the evening melt into the

reds of Minestrone, lasagna,

and wine, then a walk down

the avenue.

Little did we know how bright

our sun would shine before

your words bore fruit.

It was a failure of the heart,

the doctors said, but there was

nothing medical about it.

Reviews

[Tom]

Romance so beautifully blissful, alas though like that glass of merlot eventually the bottle's contents were not limitless ...

Inspiring!