An Old Lover......
He sits calmly on their bench with one knee crossing the other on a pathway along the shores where he grew up . He looks out to sea and deep into his memories as they swirl one by one past his inner eyes . His thoughts run on of getting older now , yet he remembers one night after the next of one long week . So many years ago now . What has it been twenty, Twenty five ?
"My God ! , has it been that long ?" he speaks out loud and then quickly glances around him to make sure no one hears him. Then just shakes his head ......and smiles.
But yes , it has . And yet it's just like it was all last week too . He thinks of his age and of hers , she was twelve years his junior and yet that mattered not one bit . But what a week it was . They spent the days and evenings making love like a couple of kids , but kids they were not . late , late into each night they fell asleep in each others arms . Always , always he would remember the soft cooing sounds that she would breath into his ears as he pulled her up and onto him again and again , the memories replaying in slow motion , and slower still again and again.
As he sighs and looks down at the rocky shore below him he knows , yes life and its memories can grate on the inside of the heart untill there is nothing left there at all , but the smaller stones , smaller know and the sand beneath them . Just the same , he reaches inside his chore coat and pulls out the last letter she sent him . The envelope older and faded now and beginning to wear thin at the edges . Carefully he opens the flap with shaking fingers and slowly unfolds the letter , and in the sweetest voice of all that he still remembers , still rings silently in his heart.
In his mind
In his soul
In it she wrote :
I feel the heat in your breath even now
my love and think selfishly of only me
But then what about you ...Do you
understand ... Do you see
I will be leaving this city soon
I'm coming to you again
WE can build a life... I'll be your wife
I will be your friend
Reach out to me now write me
and tell me we can
I'll find a way to leave this life behind
to come to you and take your hand
Can this really be happening can
love happen again at this age
Write me .......tell me yes
welcome my calm ..my rage
Good bye my love , but only for now .....
I will be flying in tomorrow! To you!
All of my Love
As he refolds the worn pages and carefully tucks it back into the envelope he touches it breifly to his nose , yes , he can still smell ther perfume . It's scent is still there after all these years . Sliding the envelope back into the inner pocket of his coat , he reaches down to the pavement and picks up the other page . The newspaper clipping , It too would go back into the pocket of his jacket although he knows the words to the story by heart .
"Today in New England , a small plane went down in the Kennebec river , killing the lone pilot. The eyewitness said that it sounded like the airplane may have been having engine trouble The investigation is ongoing and the name of the pilot will be released after the immediate family is notified................."