I see you sitting
on the red bed
drinking Retsina
against the white wall
where we had
drawn hexagrams,
in your black slip
smiling up at me
in the pellucid
Greek light.
Since that moment,
Forty-five years
have dissolved
like tears
in a hurricane.
You are only a
ghost who smiles
in my memories.
I never thought
I would find another
woman like you,
strong and complete.
But I have travelled
far and long
and like magic,
here she is.
Thank you for saying
that one day
I would know love
because I was worthy.
And you went away,
and she is here.
Ghosts always
tell the truth.
If you are patient.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
I see you sitting
on the red bed
drinking Retsina
against the white wall
where we had
drawn hexagrams,
in your black slip
smiling up at me
in the pellucid
Greek light.
Since that moment,
Forty-five years
have dissolved
like tears
in a hurricane.
You are only a
ghost who smiles
in my memories.
I never thought
I would find another
woman like you,
strong and complete.
But I have travelled
far and long
and like magic,
here she is.
Thank you for saying
that one day
I would know love
because I was worthy.
And you went away,
and she is here.
Ghosts always
tell the truth.
If you are patient.
