Threnody

All the love songs in the world. The saddest ones anyway. Lay them all out side by side. All the loveliest. The tear-jerkingest. The heartstring-pullingest. The sigh-inducingest. The ones that make me sit still like a girl in the moonlight. How many of them come in variations of three. A waltz cadence. I melt like ice cream in three-four time. The right meter for mentioning dreams of you that won't come true.

I like six-eight, also.