looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he
looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally
― Emme Rollins
From the window of the Albergo Fiorentino
I watched the two embrace on the Arno River Bridge,
A postcard greeting to the lonely, a lesson in what
Love can do to change a loveless world.
All around the young lovers night was closing down,
The moonlight hanging like halos above their heads,
And if the world were to end in mid-kiss,
If the threatened bombs were to make good their promises,
These two would die without tears and trembling.
I turn away at last and drink my Charbonnet.
Poem By Salvatore Buttaci