For Robin

I recently made contact with my first love of 50 years ago.

FOR ROBIN

You are the long, long shadow

Lain across my life,

Lain across my heart

Where memories of you

Lie like old curled parchment

Desiccated of joy

But not of sorrow.

Please

Take my hand,

Step into my light.

I long to see your face,

The count of joys

In lines radiant from your eyes,

The count of sorrows

In lines falling from your lips.

Do I rightly remember 

Your eyes the color of 

Norway fjords?

Is that shining fall of hair

Now grey entire?

Are grey your days?

Please 

Take my hand,

You were once the joy 

Beneath my touch.

You were my light.

May my lips touch yours

With a tenderness I owe you,

So much time has taught me.

Let this not be the end of us

A dust rag taken to

A few old memories.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

I figured to read this first before looking in on the sequel. I feel like the onset of a “be careful about meeting your heroes” scenario, my take on it being coloured by my experiences of meeting up with first love and long lost friends. But there hope rings true🙏🏻🕊️