No regrets.A Poem by Cate WinterOf memory, and closing doors.I do not regret You. Not the scent of your skin, warmed by touch in early morning; the piercing intensity of black eyes and set jaw. Nor You, with eyes grey as winter's sky, all alabaster limbs and aquiline features. I do not regret clandestine moments stolen, or that day spent in silence, hands clasped, as rain pattered against our brick-glass window. No lament for the lingering kiss in castle ruins, nights spent talking 'til dawn rose over the trees, shedding walls and tears and spilling forth secrets long locked down. No, there are no regrets here. Some lapses in judgement, perhaps... but each moment precious in its own right, if only for lessons learned and hints of sweetness gleaned. The New Year dawns, and I take one more step to leave you all behind, as ghosts in my memory. Not forgotten, not lost, but shimmering facets in the mosaic that is my history. In my aged years, I will look back at memories of You and smile (or sigh) and be thankful for what time we had, be it days, weeks, years, or mere hours. I will remember wine sipped from the hollows of throat and abdomen; poems left at my door on a frozen January night; blueberry pancakes at 3 am, and lullabies in an ancient tongue. I may forget your names, long years from now -- such pithy details lost to my dotage... but I will not forget the essence of what made You who You are, and why I chose to love You, for a time. © 2010 Cate WinterReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 25, 2010 Last Updated on December 14, 2010 AuthorCate WinterOutaouais, Quebec, CanadaAboutCreatrix. Toys words, arranging them into aesthetically pleasing forms. Forest-dweller. Does not play well with others. "The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unab.. more..Writing
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