Feeling once again
like the unsure boy of his youth
he knew so well
he struggles to be
the suave,
sophisticated
man for the ages
others tell him he
is
as he wanders about
in a world he left
long ago, never
thinking
he would return to
that place
of fierce, sudden
passion
unexpected,
unrelenting heartache.
The love of his life
the one he misses
always
said the words
that took him
from all that
it mattered not
in her way of being
that she couldn’t
explain what she felt
only knew it was
real and lasting
and they rode off
together—
why didn’t he ever
buy her that horse?—
into the sunsets of
endless days.
As she hoped it might be.
The sun has set
a new day arises
he once again
fumbles for words
is intrigued by the
smell of perfume
strains to hear a
voice
that makes his heart
sing
longs to touch and
be touched
feels stirrings anew
in his heart
sees new
possibilities.
The ending
the past
is still present
will always be
the present stays
shrouded in mystery
the future pulls at
him
inviting him onward
he knows she is
there
arms open wide
cheering him on.
John A. Bayerl, June 3, 2012
To tell the truth, I have no idea whether this poem is ready to be released...it just felt like the right thing to do. Friday is Gwen's and my 49th wedding anniversary, I'm sure that has a lot to do with the more than normal reflective mood I've been in lately.
This may be my last posting for a few days. Today I received news that my best buddy in high school--in today's parlance we would have been my BFF--died of cancer. When I was in Menominee in January for my cousin Ray's funeral, the priest who married Gwen and me, I had the chance visit with Rick and his wife at their home. Also, about six weeks ago, when he was first diagnosed, I was able to have a long phone conversation with him.
Dear, we always enjoyed our visits with Rick and Carol when we were in Menominee. Wonder what you and he are saying about me? 's all good.
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