She remembers me
when I was young
& can’t believe
the old man
…I’ve become.
“You were such fun
those curls…that smile! ”
(my smile falters with paralysis)
“And your hair is silver…? ”
she says
running her hand
through its silver
as if dazed.
I smile & say: “Thank you…
…but do I know you? ”
“I was in The Brazen Head
when you read…! ”
“…that poem about
the nightdress! ”
And then proceeds
to recite it back to me.
“But that…was 25years ago? ”
I muse aloud.
“I never forgot it! ”
“Never! ”
“Remember…I ran out
crying? ”
She kisses me.
Tells me..
“That’s for writing
that poem! ”
And then leaves me
none the wiser
as to who
she is
or
was.
My poem
looking at me
in amazement.
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And the poem itself..?
Crazy Loneliness Hijacks Memory Of A Beautiful Girl
Last night
I missed you so much
I made love to
your nightdress.
Now your nightdress
hides from me
slinks under covers and pillows
advoids my eyes.
I can’t take another night without you!
Your nightie can’t take another night with me!
I am holding your dresses hostage
threatening them with kisses…caresses
if they make one false move.
Your other clothes
tremble in the wardrobe
…come back to me!
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