Off into the sunset …

38.          Abandoned

Lesson over,
I stand and wait
Outside the eerie house
Of my piano teacher,
Its rooms haunted by her
Hungarian husband
Who we rarely saw
And never heard.

My breath is misty
In the chill of evening,
Dusk adds its gloom
To my sinking mood.
The street remains deserted
Despite my urgent glances,
Expectant, hoping,
Willing, pleading,
But there are no echoes
Of an ancient vee-dub,
No flash of headlights
To catch my anxious […]