a romance remembered
By benafim
A Romance Remembered Morning sadness by the kitchen table remembering a woman I once loved…Do I still? Or is it the memory of my infatuation that I love? Can’t see her face clearly anymore, but sense her embraces, sweet breath and soft voice, after love, something about:”Forever” On returning from the sea she had married and moved away. Spring darkened, a chilly wind blew my youth into cynical middle age. I should have called on her if only to finalise the ending, as it is the unspoken is a barrier to what could have been a sweet memory. Now that I shall not see her again, too many years have dripped and made tiny holes on the sandstone of time, only the faint echo of her whispering voice remains: “ Forever, forever my love “ Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 07:56 PM PST 0 • 8
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