Unborn, Undying

How is it that a single day can spark so many memories? I found the emails from you that I had saved...God knows why I saved them, but two and a half years on they are still on my computer. We don't talk as often as we should, and I still wonder why I broke up with you..

I found a part of you today,
just when I least expected it.
Late for class
hopping on one foot
juggling socks and curses
and suddenly there it was
on my pillow
and i paused
remembering
the soft breeze of joy
that heralds your presence
the incandescent flame of your hair
a tender embrace
sweet kiss
shared laughter shared confidences.
How then can I say
all the things you mean to me
when a hair from your head
reduces all my eloquence
to these poor words?

I wrote that poem for you, after our first night together....How did I know that would be our last?

Ah, the tang of regrets....

je ne regrette rien

posted by WM @ 09:58