did we
imagine
a quiet memory
when years
allow our hearts
a pine
a soft design
when the immediacy
of her eyes
will be in mine
while those around
just see an old man gazing
into an evening sun
no one might
know the story still fresh
in an aging mind
hers
rain-soaked love
did exist in the pages

‘the Notebook’
© Scott F Savage 10/2020