Crumpled handkerchief
In one hand, with no valise,
Shiv ‘ring in the rain
.
Today, he saw her
taken by the storm, drifting,
eyes wide and anxious;
‘Storms never last,’ he whispered.
‘Neither does love,’ she replied,
.
It’s good to see you.
A long time, another world,
my heart has yearned so;
those many times I’ve reached out
where the shadows overlapped…
.
Tomorrow this time,
I will not be here with you;
I must leave again…’
.
I’ll ignore the clock,
I don’t want to know the time
as long as you’re here…
.
On the phone that night,
I remember what you said,
‘nothing is perfect.’’

I know, and it’s true ,
this love so tangled, trying,
yet so radiant,
feelings snarled a thousand ways
trying to make sense of it…
.
How forlorn they seem;
these people brushing past us;
it’s only us now,
taken by the wind, away,
into another blue night…
.
Lying together,
Hair in gentle disarray,
Two in love still dream…
.
Tonight, he saw her
taken in love, exhausted,
eyes soft, satisfied;
‘Storms never last,’ he whispered,
‘Neither does love,’ she replied…

© richard lloyd cederberg
2019
         Between the Cracks - A Monumental Journey Series