She still felt the tender last kiss as his lips trembled--eons ago. He was her only and forever love.
When the coolness touches my skin, I recall the days which lives within my heart
waiting to appear each year----to warm and caress what should’ve been.
And, then I cry for each year that came and went, although I waited for him,
his ascendance I could not resent.
My skin recalled each infinitesimal touch of his fingertips all the way to my lips that he mastered and are no longer just mine,
they wait and tremble for his touch so divine.
Life is not a fair game to play because it will win and take away, because of its greedy need for conquest,
Just to show us who is best.
He answered his country’s call, and I watched him march away,
in the uniform of the day.
and his words were soft whispers of goodbye broke my heart,
because we would forever be apart.
I felt when he left, he would never return, and I stood with the autumn coolness like
icy fingers of death blowing repeatedly against my skin.
His kiss still lingered on the dimple in my chin.
Tears inundated my face and cool wetness slightly frozen there. and for me it never ended, it was a crime,
and the only solace I could find lay within my belly to appear in due time.
He never knew what he had left behind, and I could not tell him as it would be too much on his heart to grieve,
because he still had to leave.
Many past autumns caressed my old, wrinkled face,
I will never leave our special autumn place.
Where first love, was born beneath the Cedar Trees and our grandchildren played in the many hues of autumn leaves ----during their boyhood,
Where my Darling once stood.
Forever and for Always
© 2022 Barbara Purvis Hunter