I had been trying for many years to write a poem about the boarding school girlfriend, who started me off writing, in 1972. One day in 1980 she turned up, out of the blue….for just a few hours. I never heard from or saw her ever again…until someone kind found her online for me in recent years.
Lips long un-kissed, passion hidden by hair,
I long-rued my troubled muse: late my care;
unassuaged guilt, how far can this sinner fall?
Perhaps predestined that I caught your call.
Old school friends, we readily agree to meet:
your mini skirt much-admired on that city street;
many mementos we devoured in a dimly lit cafe,
significant that time spent – much to ask and say.
Amsterdam to Dublin for your anguish-event:
your father’s failed life edited, too-soon spent;
we squeezed extra time, we parted at midnight,
both bit back tears, our hugs lingered tight.
Decades later I discovered you online, smiling,
naieve my note sent, hoped for reconciling;
too long your silence, I yearn a second chance –
vain the patient wait for repeat happenstance…