Lamenting Long-ago

On that clear and late summer’s night,
When last we talked,
And our voices sparkled in the wild darkness,
I saw in the moonglow on your face
How you wanted to reach me
With your arms, your mouth, your heart
You wanted to give them me—
Make them mine.
To have.
And recognizing this, I retreated.
I pretended not to notice and filled the air
With clouds of words
In bursts of white.

We shivered with memory,
Smiled at yesterdays
And hoped at tomorrows.
Then, dear friend, we said farewell.
I took one more step in evasion and
hesitating, you did too.

But now,
A thousand steps from you
I close my eyes and conjure the dream of myself,
An ethereal summoning of long ago ghosts
Transcending space and time.
Again am I in that moment,
This time in the direction of you I follow my heart.
I give it to you
to hold
For a while.

Lamenting Long-ago

alterego59405

Joined December 2007

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The mountain town of West Yellowstone Montana, is an idyllic place. The days are long, carefree, and perfect. The nights are chill, still, and dark. It was the last night I lived there, that is the setting of this poem.

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