A certain quiet mystery captures my imagination,
I wish I might say it was a lovely mystique
brought the two of us together so long ago,
the words are reminders of river walks, and forests, and soft landings
inside the sweet elixir of our fantasy.
~
The you and me still exists when I round the corner of my life,
a silent rain waking me in the morning,
the drops falling soft on my
window pane,
no storms just a spring shower,
the kind we might experience together in my car,
sitting in a forest waiting to find some words to say,
I love you and that is forever,
but the reminder would always remain,
no matter the sunlight in our heart.
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Seems trivial to imagine such simple analogy,
when thinking of you and me,
but I do. When I read your letters
I cannot pretend the words did not come from your heart
I won’t put away the fresh response I had when holding you in my arms,
and then later the words, once you told me you loved them,
and then one day met your eyes with disdain.
~
Forever trying to figure out how our expressed and beautiful language
might turn a perpetual flame into this urgent need to last.
© Scott F Savage 3/2021
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