it was the most melancholy version
I’ve ever heard
and suddenly I thought of my father
singing at the dining room table
his collar open
his sleeves rolled up
his glasses perched on his nose
his right hand covering his heart
his eyes on my mother alone
this song on his lips
and my eyes start to water
it could have been the wine
but I know it wasn’t
and that song will stay with me
in that version
for the rest of the nights
of my life