Charlotte

We met up in a cafe in Vienna when the leaves had turned to gold

She was searching for a ring her mother gave her, was the only thing she owned

And I could tell by the sorrow in her eyes it would be the last time

But in that moment the minutes turned to hours turned to years we'd leave behind

We wandered through the market reminiscing on the nights that we had shared

How we clung to one another in the silence that hung heavy in the air

And each time I kissed her softly drinking in the lingering wine upon her lips

Wondering how many lifetimes it would take another lover to exist

She said if she said she loved she'd be lying

When all good things fracture down the line

It's safer to keep them as a memory