Thurso

Poem is not autobiographical although make no mistake - right now I am missing someone with all of my heart.

It was like the coming of waves

these memories of her 

her body crashing down over mine

skin moving against me

brown hair caresses

soft sand running through my fingers

she called out

her voice like a gull's cry

lifted on the wind

carried away from me

and then I was cold

she went out with the tides

we'll always have Thurso

brief flashes of her turning her head

her eyes shining her smile

on the beach sun in her hair

on the wall hood up rain on her face

my lips on hers on her neck on her shoulders

now rain against foggy glass

in the coffee house

and the steam along with the wet

makes blurry outlines

i am there every day

waiting for her

september's sun gone

october's grey passed

to november's lashing rain

with winter's gale

I look up from my coffee

see her along the sea wall

and I dash up

crash through the door

across the street in the rain

the spray of the sea

I grip her shoulder 

and I spin her around

its her coat her hat her hair 

but its not her

my own vision blurred

by rain by sea-spray by tears

all I have are memories

like the crashing of the waves

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"she called out
her voice like a gull's cry
lifted on the wind
carried away from me
and then I was cold
she went out with the tides"

[Sami Khalil]

Sad and touching. Some beautiful scenarios you have shared...:)...............