a broken record still plays
in a very distant house
an old man dances slowly
with a shadow of his wife

he kisses a dying cigarette
like the sweet lips of his wife
recalling a taste he long buried
then washes his tongue with vodka

a broken record still plays
from an old man's house
"every night in my dreams🎶
I feel you, I see you"🎶

he is neither drunk not sober
he walks down the memory lane
lip syncing to Celine Dion's;
"my heart will still go on"

he arrives, 18 years down the line
their anniversary in Livingstone
the last time they ever made love
his lips still holds her last kiss😘

their new BMW x5 crashes
a day after, on their way in kafue
unconscious for 6months
a year later he still wore bandages

she died in that racked car
for 18years he blames himself
for letting her drive this day
but the car was her anniversary gift

fresh Lillies and orchid everyday
the least he could do for her
he sat by the window of his room
over looking his wife's grave

today a black bird sang for him
tweets resembled his wife's voice
he never forget her favorite song
he gazed at it from his window

it's midnight, an old record plays
he tosses his dying cigarette away
memories burn to the present time
he washes them down with vodka

"my heart will still go on" plays
like a titanic he sinks deep
in the ocean of his own tears
never to resurface the next morning.

© glayvin