The Unforgettable

An illicit love affair; not cheating! A scandalous relationship....

"Applebee" was your name for me, the old one

gone away with the old me.

She stood there, waving to all new lovers.

Never belonged with the times, so unlike a standing tree.

She had no story to tell and was spinning .

An unripe apple, green and hard,

forever to stay hidden under 100 years.

With the appearance of seasoned hands, I

softened; you'd always be there. 

You'd say, "Applebee"

I'd say "Willow, willow, willow..."

to reply, to show how I knew I'd slip into a game I'd lose.

Don't hear me, because I feel that we are prehistoric, waiting for our Mother to take us back.

I know we'll never stop, there will be more times like ours.

But I also know we are done whenever we begin.

Gods are forgotten in another hundred years,

but you alone , are different. 

You

were just an immortal, neither holy, nor sinner

creature for a angel,

Oak and green pine for a willow,

An elder for a lover, 

A beautiful and miserable secret kept between a generational pair

like us.