Romantic Adieu

Romantic adieu The woman I, once upon a time, loved forever is about seventy-five, if she is still alive. I can’t recall her face, only that she was lovely An unkind man said her face was too fat I slapped his face blood ran from his nose. Yes, for her, I could start a nuclear war. Like a rosy love story, she took the train To a distant last stop, she said for love. I remember the steam of the locomotive And the station’s big clock on the wall. Maybe it was a dreamy movie I had seen Had my love story been a romantic fantasy?