In Honor Of Past & Lost Love
Sonnets, songs, and surrender
He was mine — for the moment,
Rebounding…
But the duration doesn’t diminish or taint the beautiful memory,
I remember like it was yesterday although it was many moons ago,
I remember seeing him walking across campus with curly hair and a pensive look in those distinctive glasses,
His stride had pride — his demeanor deep and contemplative,
Something about him called me,
I knew we were kindred spirits,
I knew we were simpatico,
I watched and waited,
I quietly pursued and planned our run-ins,
I felt his hands on my skin & my stomach quiver — before he knew or called my name,
My spirit called and claimed him,
I finally got up the nerve to say hi — he was a poet,
Our first conversation lasted into the wee hours of the morning, then he asked could he come over — I said yes — I’d already fallen — His voice with that slight southern flare intoxicated me — I let him in…
