Nostalgia

Yesterday evening

Sitting alone watching “Netflix”

Watching “Some Like it Hot”

Laughing

Laughing by myself

My mind wandered then

Then to nineteen-fifty-nine

To the time then

When my wife was but age twenty-three

And myself but age twenty-five

Though certainly not with the clarity

One might see as a cinematic flashback

For I did truly

In my mind try to picture my wife

Then at age twenty-three

And myself

Then at age twenty-five

But her face then

In nineteen-fifty-nine

But a shadowy memory

In the flickering dark

Of the theatre

In the theater of my mind

The sense of her

The sense of the warmth of her nearness

Separated from me but by the arm rest

Alongside of me

Alongside of her

And knowing myself

Knowing I’ve always been

One that loved the feel of the hand

Of my loved one held within that of mine

I so tried to sense the feel of her hand

Held within mine

All those many years past

All those fifty-five years past

I so tried to sense the sound of her laughter

And though I did try

Not as one might see

Or hear as a cinematic flashback

The thought of this time

Of her warmth

Of her nearness

Of her physicality

Retuned to me as but a deep felt

Sense of soul touching nostalgia

Though I truly love

Where I am

Though I truly love

Who is now my wife

Yet…

Yet…

 I do remember the two of us

When love was new

When “Some Like it Hot” was new

I remember the laughter we shared

I remember her hand in mine

But unlike a cinematic flashback

The memory of the originally seen

 “Some Like it Hot”

On this evening

Seen before my eyes

The memory of my wife at twenty-three

The memory of myself at twenty-five

Of the love felt those fifty-five years past

Of the “Some Like it Hot” of then

Now but a flickering memory

Sensed within my heart

Sensed as a long gone time

Sensed on this night

At this time

As soulfully felt nostalgia

©January 21, 2014 / Mark M. Lichterman