A brushstroke of love

"it happens sometimes"

I have stopped playing chess

Since we last spoke

But I started painting.

I use the same park

Behind that oak where I cried

When the reality of our love

Dawned on me.

Now I wait, and watch,

For young lovers to stroll together -

Just like lovers do,

Bubbling like  boisterous butterflies,

Disregarding brown-red leaves - 

Only seeing evergreen love

In their glistening eyes.

I try to capture that moment -

That joie de vivre

And I smile,

Hoping that I managed to add

A dollop of your happy grin.

They giggle, when they see me -

And so do I.

Then she says something, quite unusual:

You must love her very much,

 While they stroll away under the sighing sunset.

My words ran after them like ducks after bread crumbs

And hugged them from behind,

I always will, I always will.

Author's Note

Painting by Alkistis Wechsler, "August Moon" - lovers on a Mediterranean island :)