I remember her detail,
How she looked, how she talked to her husband,
I just stood on the pavement and cried, I’ll
Never see her again, not here,
Whatever came, came for a moment and then left, we were
Going to live forever.
I don’t get in touch with anyone anymore,
It scares me, the
Vast leap of events between the last meeting twenty years ago, and the ‘hello’ now,
Like a slug or snail whose antenne has grazed something unpalatable;
I don’t mean to do it I don’t mean to have this strange mist shroud me, I
Feel tenuous –
Like a smudge in the corner of a pristine painting you could reach out to touch me and find,
Nothing there left at all.
♦Photo – Personal♦
-short evocative poetry-