Reading the first
pages
a second time
close to a decade
has passed
between the first
now faded
words
scratched the surface
sharp-pointed
intentions
penciled in
each morning
a long-standing
date
with a bare-faced
groggy
obstreperous
sometimes
loquacious
tea swilling
muze
My eyes
strain
to read
struggle
to see
greying
pale
words
reach out
to me
offering a kindness
as waters
crack open
and
flow
Have some tea
and wipe your tears
the last lines
are not an afterthought
but a long lost
lover
looking
longingly
back
at
me
Not a blast from the past but a caress from the memories. Lovely poem, lovely memories.
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