Meet Me Once Again
Always wisht for a ‘grand affaire’
A love that rattled and shattered and grew
But only stolen glories and dried up hopes
And always the remains: ‘oh, how I’ll remember you’
Now guilty grey outcount the callow brown
And real age looms large in my mind
And alone with my picante Bordeaux
A joke portion remains of grace that one can find
Without pretense or malice aforethought
I plead you risk a newer pain
Join my foolish tilt at aged windmills
Meet me once more again
A riverbank, a hilltop, or bar
Your house, my house, running train
Restaurant, cemetery, or banquette
Meet me once more again
No promise of happily ever after
Just attentive present conversation
A chance to explore old embers
Or bury a youth’s spent intercession
A promise of ‘la grand affaire’
A love that filled and shattered and grew
Meet me once more again
Are all daisies really better when blue?
Posted on February 8, 2019, in Poem and tagged assignation, brown hairs, callow youth, cemetary, daisies, dead dreams, dead wishes, explore, glories, Go For It, gray hairs, happily-ever-after, hilltop, hope, hopeless, hopes, house, loss, love, Love lost, meeting, older, plea, pretense, restaurant, reunion, second chances, talk, The Dead, windmills, wiser. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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