No regrets.

Of 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.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Wow, breath taking poetry...sweet emotions poured on a page dripping each and every line...I'm so in awe of your poem...Wonderful.

[Ruth]

Wow! A brilliant piece of wmotive prose:) The process of love through all!
I am moved by this, truly!
Great wrok!
xx

[Steve]

This is nice! I like how you wrote this and how this came off......very orginal

[Tierney Heilman]

This gave me chills. Great job. I really liked the images you portrayed, and I was easily able to connect with your feelings.
Again, Great work.