she loved that song

she loved that song
I left my heart
in san Francisco.
she'd been there once
as a kid and rode
the trolley cars.
it didn't matter
who was singing it,
but tony Bennett was
her favorite.
over and over
again she'd put
the needle down
on the record
and let it play
and play and play.
it reached a point
where you had to hide
the record from
her. which made
her unhappy, which
eventually led
to the break up.
but you didn't care.
you had to have
your sanity back.
sometimes, despite
the decades gone
by you'll put
the 45 back
on the ancient
turntable and remember
her, spinning
slowly around
the room, singing.
at times
you feel bad about
spoiling her happiness
and wish you could
give it back to her
but you can't. that's
just how it goes
sometimes.