She remembers me
when I was young
& can’t believe
the old man
...I’ve become.
“You were such fun
those curls...that smile! ”
(my smile falters with paralysis)
“And your hair is silver...? ”
she says
running her hand
through its silver
as if dazed.
I smile & say: “Thank you...
...but do I know you? ”
“I was in The Brazen Head
when you read...! ”
“...that poem about
the nightdress! ”
And then proceeds
to recite it back to me.
“But that...was 25years ago? ”
I muse aloud.
“I never forgot it! ”
“Never! ”
“Remember...I ran out
crying? ”
She kisses me.
Tells me..
“That’s for writing
that poem! ”
And then leaves me
none the wiser
as to who
she is
or
was.
My poem
looking at me
in amazement.
********
And the poem itself..?
Crazy Loneliness Hijacks Memory Of A Beautiful Girl
Last night
I missed you so much
I made love to
your nightdress.
Now your nightdress
hides from me
slinks under covers and pillows
advoids my eyes.
I can't take another night without you!
Your nightie can't take another night with me!
I am holding your dresses hostage
threatening them with kisses...caresses
if they make one false move.
Your other clothes
tremble in the wardrobe
...come back to me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aw..... this is sentimental, sad and lovely, all at the same time! HG: -) xx