Lovers of the past

December 2, 2008

This weather has me drifting back.
To old loves..
to how we discovered the triumph of love in each other..
how time and differences kept us from being together..
the eventual sadness of parting…
and back around again to friendship.

The sweet sharp tang of calling up and saying “Hey~ I thought about you the other day” and to feel their smile warm over the line, just because we can feel that way, say it out loud, and make that call. No matter the hour. No matter how much time has past. No matter who’s with who now, or who’s changed in what direction.

Of all my old lovers, there’s no one I haven’t reconciled with. No one I would have to avoid on the street or in a restaurant. There’s no one I feel ill at ease with.

In a sense, my love has been frozen for them in a little time capsule-they were the one who saw me when that Thing happened, or when I felt This Way about Life.

So I dedicate this rainy day and its misty covered path to my past loves.I remember you. And I love you still.