Three lost loves
Not in order or severity but this one took the greatest toll like the poplar Dear John letters of world war two I suffered the same fate. The worst was I didn’t count I wasn’t worth the wait I fought forest fires the kind that populate terrifying dreams. I served God and country with honor she tossed it a side without a backward glance I guess she had to catch the next dance.
Nancy spoken of in another piece I wrote about her brother that died I didn’t give it to her then by chance I found she suffered the same fate as her brother. Now I carry the message like a paper made of wind that can’t be grasped with fleshly hand it is her twin she is ever receding but can’t hear my pleading. This pain soothed by one stand out moment she existed the car on a snowy day Elvis was on the radio somehow his voice made it even more poignant. She slipped on the ice her face glowing pink from the cold how many emotions can you experience I found out many she was sad forlorn helpless frightened betrayed beautiful with the touch of anger that transformed her from human to divine.
The third the most enduring from childhood till now I have loved her to say otherwise would be a lie love if real is forever. I wrote this for her memorized it then quoted it to her that was the day I found out what the power of words can do to another person physically. I called it sight beyond the crucible.
You will see how hard the job is.
All I have to do is distil the magic
From nights sweet secret shroud
Dispel the darkness fill the displaced
Space with light enter the inner sanctuary
of innocence sift its essence steal away with its
wonder invite the world to look at my treasure.
The vision that walked in human form.