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, once-curtained by hair,
long-rued troubled muse, late my care;
unassuaged guilt, how far can a sinner fall?
Predestined, I caught your phone call?
Old school friends, we readily agree to meet:
your mini skirt admired on that city street;
many mementos devoured in a dimly lit cafe,
time significant spent – much to ask and say.
Amsterdam to Dublin, an anguish-event:
your father’s life edited, too-soon spent;
squeezing extra time, parted at midnight,
bit back tears, our hugs lingered tight.
Decades later rediscovered: online, smiling,
my naieve card hoped repeat reconciling;
long your silence, I still yearn second chance –
vain the patient wait for second happenstance?