Contemplation 2

Today, separated from you
by so many hours and tears
I found a picture of us
Do you remember when we laughed as loud
– when a dream was all my desire
and the girl in the red dress danced away
a night of them
as I lay in her smile and the sounds of her singing …
Life was a game then – first love should be
so easy – but the morning brings
tomorrow with her own regret. A feeling
deeper than our own might never quench the
torture of these busy lives

but let me try
to serenade you in this love’s excess
and ease a hear that aches some sacred name
across the miles and more which keep you from me.


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