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I Walked And We Talked

On one of those days when another's voice
Would have shattered my deep contentment
I walked the half mile down to the river
past homes - a farm or two - trees - then the river
It's a good walk through scenery good enough to be painted
and while I walked I talked with her
She started it with - Good morning My Love
I replied - You sound close today and I love your voice
Angelic tones caressed my ears - I'm with you and I'm fine
Then she spoke endearing things never heard on this earth
I told her this and one sweet word was heard - Flatterer
- the way she showed modesty when she knew it was true
Hearing her whisper - I still love you and the way you laugh -
I chuckled and replied - I always had a lot to laugh about -
And so much with you when you were here
Her voice scolded me - You're breaking our rules -
we agreed to leave the past there - and to talk only of today
I apologized and we chatted about something new -
like the weather since it was almost Spring
a special time we had loved -
Her next words were so faint I didn't understand them
So she repeated - You were always in the mood in Springtime
I asked - In the mood for what
She said softly - If I have to remind you -
it would take away the magic
I savored that and nodded for too long -
and when I asked her to speak to me of how things were -
She offered only a beautiful silence -
until another day when I will walk and we will talk


F William Broome 2008