Just
another frosty night
Watching
the firelight
Windows
steamed up with the cold
The
bottle almost empty
Just
one among many
A
time to be brave, to be bold
She
sat close beside him
Confessing,
confiding,
Does
she remember? Or is her memory on hold?
She
said she was lonely
Should
he have phoned her?
Crossing an ocean, of roses and wine
Together
in her kitchen
Past
and present eclipsing
Holding
her hand, holding time
Anxious
for healing
Whispering
their feelings
Does
she remember? Does it ever cross her mind?
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