A Poem for a Girl I Knew in the 1990s
Reading Full Fathom Five.
Remembering you like a good wine.
But you left a bitter taste.
An after taste.
Oft I ran a finger down your spine.
Slim. Colossus.
Sometimes I wish you had stayed around for a few glasses longer.
We could have seen out January.
Waited for the brighter months.
But, Spring brings with it an appeal for the new
and we could only ever be winter trees.
Now.
Waiting and wondering.
Whether, you and me.
Will return.
Perhaps, S, there is a Winter coming with her name on it. I am left wondering…..
Bhi this is pure nostalgia for somebody in their 50s.
As always words used sparingly and with a directness which has to be admired.
PilgermannBM thanks for this kind comment. We only have so many words in our lives so use them sparingly
I love the line ‘and we could only ever be Winter trees’. Says a lot that, doesn’t it. Wistfully I am left thinking, ‘Perhaps….’
🙂
Griffonner thanks for the comment. No perhaps though as Bob Dylan said ‘don’t look back’…. (too often – my addition)