She Visits on the Cold Dark Might

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Out of nowhere
a thought of you
will hit my mind,
like a poison dart.
I don't know what
triggers it.
Tonight, I think it's
the cold wind blowing
outside my window.
Or, it could be the
tangerine I just ate.
That sweet juice.
It doesn't last
though.
Gone in a flash.
Too small for a
lifetime together.
And I'm alone with
this bright orange pain,
vowing to never write
about you again.

Author's Note

My books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, are available on Amazon. Here's a link to my new website.
www.thomaswcase.com

Reviews

[red93]

One of the greatest joys IMHO - albeit a bittersweet emotion - of going out with Women is being haunted by the memories of their ways and passion. Many Great Poets (eg Hardy, Lawrence, Yeats to name but 3) have 'dined out' on this kind of thing most of their Creative Lives. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

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[John the Baptist]

This is a case of unfinished business. The speaker is reminded of a relationship by random things, indicating the memory of her is still lurking just below the surface. He notes that memory is sweet, but it doesn't last long enough. Surely not long enough for a lifetime together. I think he'd best find a way to let her go.

[Thomas W Case]

I agree. Thank you, John.