It was her time
off by herself with few knowing,
"accept," she said to a few close friends
and of course, family, "I need the time,
I want to be alone, don't try to phone."
So they didn't, and off she went.
To a place not far but far enough
she paid the rent and thrilled to the
scent of the woods nearby, the water
rushing in a cool brook near and the
sun as warming as any friends smile
she knew her adventure would last
just a while, but who knew, maybe
longer, and as she slept in her dormer
room and awoke with the sun and
even once, to a full wafer moon,
she thrilled but the missing still
filled her center.
How long, she wondered, could his
memory stay, his face stay clear
in her mind this way,
how long could the sound of his
voice stay to taunt, things about
him remain to haunt, like ghostly
flavors her heart could still taste
and she thought maybe the leaving
was in her, the great waste.
She pondered while abed in her
dormer room, all safe and warm
just room for one,
wrote in her journal while still not
dressed as his naked memory on
her mind still pressed and she smiled
but knew he was wrong and although
his words, her music, together made song
it was not or never would be their love
forever, just not to be....
She bathed in the brook, patted dry
walked the steps to the cottage,
more steps to the eaves, sat by her
window combing her hair, listened
to the quiet......then some familiar
sound broke her reverie
and she looked
down to see him standing there.......
throwing kisses, smiling
held a placard printed
and then another marked
and she went running down!