Distance an acute disclosure—
wondering
where you might be,
who might be holding you
this frigid night.
No, I have not forgotten
your semblance, the facts
of your presence,
even your smell
haunts me still,
and thank goodness
at least I have
this haunting from you,
sometimes by dream,
other times memory,
like following you
up the white dot trail
to the peak
of Mount Monadnock,
or that dare you gave me
a warm June evening,
at dusk along
the Farmington River.
For so long I railed against
these permutations,
trying to shake free of the way
they wrap around my ankles
to trip me up. No longer.
Now they are as welcome
as the moon rise,
knowing the gap
between us
never to be bridged.
I feel your pain. I’ve been thinking once again of the one that got away… 1982…
Beautiful poem, Richard, but so sad and wistful. Gorgeous photo, too.
Better to have loved…
Beautiful
Thank you.
These are hauntingly beautiful words.
Again i easily empathise with your words…….again!
Thank you my friend for saying so. Hope you are doing ok amidst the chaos in your country.