Vain the Patient Wait for Repeat Happenstance

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…


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