BEING IN LOVE IN 1974.A Poem by Terry CollettA young man in 1974 lovesick.Being in love was like being ill and that day after Judy’d left to go to Florence for a week you went to the big city to take your mind off her but she lingered there wherever you went every brunette with long hair was her and when you sat in the Royal Opera House to watch a ballet she was there down in the front at least it seemed so until the girl looked around and had a different face and eyes and sitting in that coffee house by Piccadilly Circus you sensed her absence and drank coffee after coffee the blues eating at you wanting her there beside you imagining maybe she’d not gone off after all and that at any minute she’d seek you out by some kind of lover’s radar but she never showed and no other girl passing was her and you thought of the time a few weeks back when after she’d gone off home from work you had taken a single hair from her white work coat and twisted it between fingers and kept it between pages of Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag Archipelago seeing it and moving it each time you read more of the labour camps and death and snow and tundra and she off in Florence with friends and you left behind depressed and love blind. © 2012 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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