Sunday, September 27, 2020

Sunday poem: "A Memory of Faded Youth"

 A Memory of Faded Youth 

I awoke at 3 A. M. and sat

on the edge of my bed, thinking

of a story I had written twenty

years ago, “Our Little Getaway,”

a safe refuge from the familiar

with the love of my life, another

me, another her, and in my story,

true to the core in its disguise, I felt

an easy abandon to life that I shed

along life’s way, and I despaired

my damaged heart and loss of vital

life, what I could do in an hour

now takes a whole day; no more

easy abandon, just a memory

of faded youth.

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