The Nightingale


I listened to a sweet
big band sound that
still makes my heart

sing—The Nightingale
Sang 
in Berkeley Square.
I listened as though I was

there in 1940. I wasn’t.
When those who are
supposed to love and

protect you don’t, you
fill the gap by loving
something they loved

instead. They are long
gone. But the nightingale
will always sing for me.

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