the edge of the pool
placing negatives over the winter
it was spring then
she walked towards him
half lost in a morning mist
a man
this man
stands where he stood then
waiting for the years
to recede
to forgive
to heal
and then return him
to that morning
to that love
the days between now and then
have rolled seamlessly into one
it is only the man who changes
he waits for a while
as if he expects her to return
but in the end
he walks away alone
the image stolen
tinted
altered
and put in his pocket
for in his mind
he stands with her still
(I suppose this is love from the perspective of youth. I still savour the moment and the woman but I have to put it into the context of who we were then. Some loves are still timeless but all are worth remembering. For in the end, that we loved and were loved in return, is all that surely matters.)
