Love Letter to ArleneA Story by PegManI wrote this reflecting on a time away and a time together.
This is a love letter to Arlene
I remember arriving home late, away from you and the kids for the week " exhausted, a hard drive through winter dark and blowing snow. We had supped, caught up perhaps. It is time lost to be away five days at a time, sometimes more, and a young family, everyone with so much to say. We read some stories and put the kids to bed. Red wine was poured, candles lit, room lights turned down low, and not much said. Those were the days of records and a turntable. Do you remember I selected “The Swan of Tuonela” by the Finnish composer Jean Sibelius. I selected it for the oboe. The music brought both of us to life! How we talked. I thought of it as an acknowledgement of death, perhaps the swan was on the river Styx and bore witness to Charon, the ferryman of Hades, carrying the souls of the newly deceased. I remember how we looked at each other in that candlelight as we talked and listened to the music. I drank you in -- your hands, your eyes and cheeks and the shape of your neck that I had imagined during the week away from you. I had been able to hold these images of you close to me when I nightly read aloud the poetry of Irving Layton, so sensuous! We have been lovers for more than half our lives. We know each other, what each loves, but also what surprises. I still dream of the shape of your neck, love your laugh and am fiercely proud of your accomplishments. I always seek your blue, blue eyes; they're always best when there is no shame, hurt or fear. © 2014 PegManReviews
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