Memory: Bitter and Sweet

My friend Richard looked a bit out of sorts the other day. That caught my attention as he was usually the up and joking and laughing type. So I asked him if everything was okay. It wasn’t, he told me. His ex-girlfriend passed away recently. He must be reminiscing the “what ifs” as his sallow expression revealed the reawakened old feelings for her.

At our age, I suppose it is normal and healthy to talk about our past romances. We don’t have much time to be dishonest with ourselves any more. Unless you absolutely one hundred percent believe in God’s plan for you, you probably think that life can be quite random, uncontrollable and unpredictable at times. What if I had married my first love? What if I picked another line of work? What if I won the multi-state lottery?

That was basically what I told Richard, although in a somewhat cumbersome way. I hope he felt better — if not for my goofy logic, at least for the fact that someone cared. If that didn’t work, Richard, I hope this silly poem helps:

Memory Bitter and Sweet

Ended the way it did

Had a good time together
Could have been a little longer however

You came close to giving me your heart
But that waiting game was becoming an elusive art
I never fetched you the moon
Made you believe it would come soon

Had each other for a while
Together in a rented cottage, our secret isle
The faded white picket fence
The dandelions growing without pretense
Time always seemed so short
Like at a bar in an airport

I miss you still
Hope you think of me now and then
Like well-worn patches on an old favorite quilt
Good enough for this one of your many men

Now it’s all a memory
But it’s good enough for me

*** The End ***

 

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