A Blossom Fell.

Under the slumped shoulders

of the café awning,

I watched small rain rings

bloom and break in puddles,

while my hair drifted

in September’s tired wind.

Nat King Cole sang softly

“A Blossom Fell”

through the hanging speakers

when she passed by,

and caught my eye.

I’d seen her.

A week ago?

In the bookstore?

Or was it something more?

Raindrops clung to the awning

like tears to a cheek.

And then it struck me.

She had aged

but the heartbreak she left me

still tapped my shoulder,

softly, insistently.

She once promised forever.

But forever ended early

the moment a stranger appeared,

and she chose him.

It’s strange how first love lingers.

Even when they become

someone you no longer know,

just passing by.

Author's Note

Another version of Jazz on a rainy day.

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

This is quietly heartbreaking in the best way. The rain, the song, the moment of recognition...it all lands so gently but cuts so deep. You captured how first love never really leaves us, even when the person does.

[Relic]

I still think about old girlfriends now and then. I appreciate your comments. Thanks. :)

[John the Baptist]

Very poignant, this one. Beautiful imagery and similes capture a long buried memory of first love. Some memories never really die.

[Relic]

Thank you, John

[Marie Kinnett]

Really beautiful
Emotional :)

[Relic]

Thank you, Marie.

[Marie Kinnett]

np Good luck writing :)