
it was a long time ago
That Lynn and I could just be,
Satisfied
Looking at the world
Mindful of what we had done
Together—and apart.
There was no need to inquire further
To recollect
To speculate on what never was
What might have been
What still could be.
Even now when our eyes meet
With her fleeting glance
It is the same
However briefly.
June 8, 2020 at 10:10 pm |
What a beautiful piece Dad.I like that the glance can refer to common experience without needing to be explained.
June 10, 2020 at 3:32 am |
There is much to be said for the silence of understanding. 🙂