Down by the Danube
On that glorious day in June
we cycled along the banks
of the Danube
alongside its blue waters
where swans swam in groups
waters bound for Hungary
and beyond into Ukraine
and the Black Sea
For a while we rode together
but you knew the way
and you headed off alone
and were soon out of sight
I thought you would turn back
or wait for me to catch up
but you didn’t and I never did
and I never have
John Lyons
