Poem: For Just A Few Moments
For just a few moments
I captured your heart
A sweet, brief reunion
After decades apart
For just a few moments
We talked through the night
Sharing stories and thoughts
Of both darkness and light
For just a few moments
Our souls intertwined
Our hearts dared to hope
And joy filled our minds
For just a few moments
I let down my shield
You let yours down, too
For just a few moments
I thought it was real
My sweetheart, my darling
My muskrat, my dove
Your sweet gentle kindness
Grew quickly to love
You coaxed me to fall
Right alongside you
For just a few moments
It surely felt true
My battered heart so scared
To go too far in haste
But, after thirty years
Time we shouldn’t waste
For just a few moments
You made me believe
In love and hope and joy
For just a few moments
You made me believe
In you. In me. In us.
Then I watched you leave
An instant, a breath
The blink of an eye
Silence. Discarded.
You left me to cry.
I tried to reach out.
I tried to amend.
You shut down completely.
No lover, no friend.
I don’t understand.
I racked my brain ‘why?’
No reason. No cause.
I can’t say goodbye.
After searching so long
After finding you now
I can’t let you go
Please, tell me how.
For just a few moments
I laid myself bare
A future of hope
Adventures to share
For just a few moments
I had this nice dream
Where I sure loved you
And you sure loved me
For just a few moments
I believed in it all.
A foolish young schoolgirl.
Nothing more, after all.
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