By Silvana Krculic

From Italy I wrote you postcards.
Just wanted to send you my regards.

Watched the moonlit Miramar's waters;
Again felt close to you in my thoughts.

I tried to stay in touch--every chance,
But was taken by this crazy dance!

In notes I wrote, I will see you soon.
Honey, I love you more than the moon.

You tried to tell me to stay unchanged.
I swear I tried, but became estranged.

You wrote how my leaving left you pained,
And how you felt alone and shortchanged.

At first I cried, nothing was gained.
No use on leaving hearts on idle and stained.

You called me an Indian giver...
What you asked I could not deliver.

In August I arrived in New York.
Bubbly champagne blew off its cork!

I looked at the sky alone, yet free.
This time I had to do it all for me.

I wanted to dance this crazy dance
To a foreign music, my every chance.

I stand here by the Hudson River.
Lights from the city make my heart quiver.

Watching the rise and fall of the tides--
I am telling the waters all my confides.

With stars watching, I took a deep dive.
I'm on my own, was born to survive.

Silvana Krculic



Submitted By Silvana Krculic

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