April 23, 2010
Reincarnation of a Memory
You: the dark haired woman I used to see in dreams,
Then laid beside, our bodies lit by morning sun beams.
Do you remember how we would laugh and shout,
As we wrestled and played, rolled in and out
Of bed and across your flat’s rug strewn floor,
Or when we couldn’t wait to open the front door?
You thought you had me on my back and pinned;
But to be accurate, I actually just gave in
And pretended to struggle, to see your wide smile,
Knowing that in a sweet, glorious while,
Our clothes would be lying, discarded, in a small pile,
Nearby.
Then you were taken, moved a continent away;
And those precious memories came, at first, every day,
But in time, only in dreams, then slowly forgotten,
Until I received from you a long, written letter,
Which I read. My heart turned rotten.
I remembered.
A woman, with light hair and sitting on my bed, asks,
“Are you weeping, lover, for someone from your past?”
