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North Wind

When the wind changes direction out of the proverbial north and friends are not found nor a woman wants you for what you are instead of what is in your pocket, the smite of years you walked the earth are recalled; and only your tired feet and aching back to show for so many trips around the sun. No memories of love or fear, just pain. Where are they all now, those lovelies and laughers lost to the ocean of time? Just when you no longer need them but they left when you did, or so it seems. Maybe they too wonder about you, and your destiny followed without them. They pine for that night in a fine hotel in the best room and oldest house wine. She washes the dishes now as you mow your lawn and the north wind blows through her on its way to you, but you will never see her again. So long ago you cannot remember her last name and unsure of the first; but you smell her hair even now and the perfume on her shoulder. Every freckle on her nose and the taste of her lips are vivid and perfect. That evening when the stars were bright and the time was right and the world was a perfect place for one night. You sang the song of love together and the memory is enough and probably better.


By Buckspinster

From: United States

Website: https://buckspinster.wordpress.com/