Yet again...

 

 

Yet again…

You apparate during my stroll

in the shaded glade near the pond.

My feet tangle, I take cover

behind a big elm and listen to your step’s

symphony with my heart’s thrum.

You freeze as if spotting a wraith

though it’s only my feelings hanging around you.

brushing off their dew drops on to your soul

jaunting along the street sign pole.

playful intent in every silken nudge.

Covertly envying the easy familiarity

of my palm and your unshaven cheek,

of us as the perfectly solved puzzle

No if’s or but’s, no doubtful ends

hugging as we discover the ‘us’ in the ‘crush’.

Yet you look as if stricken hard

by the gentle zephyr crossing the pond.

I wallow in the memory’s warm slush

while praying for bilateral, coronary amnesia

to soften the blow, to even the score.

Wafting away on time’s paper boats,

lost in the once-beautiful myth of us,

I hear a childish giggle and dreamily turn

to see a small face with untold mirth

watching a grown- up hug an elm!

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Reviews

[myst-ry]

liked another interesting innovation from you {hugging as we discover the ‘us’ in the ‘crush’.}
'elm' is a word very special for me too, sent me a rush of nostalgia

the write has beautiful expressions and emotional hues.