Resurrection
A Love Poem
My arthritic fingers
lift the faded photograph
from my worn-out wallet
and I stare into
her brown eyes.
I imagine holding her
again in my arms
and feeling her breasts
pushing against my chest.
We walked hand in hand
through a field of dandelions,
basking in the sunshine
rising from our hearts.
We were lovers of the soul,
dancers on the wings
of dreams, holding fast
to the passions of our youth.
And yet I let her go—
let her fade from my heart
like this old photograph
I still carry in my wallet.
Sometimes memories play
cruel jokes on our hearts.
Sometimes God is the devil
in a white wedding dress.
I fold my hands in prayer
and beg for another chance—
for the opportunity to love
another person with all my heart.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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