Pulling off my scarf letting it drape like a resignation across the back of a chair The sun is setting the room is dim and almost orange – and is sometimes lonely in its loss of day
I think of you now –
and then
We were walking with our arms around each other
Always...
through the Boston Common The air drizzled with late-winter melts the cobbles wet The sounds of our steps go on –
Forever....
I turn to hang my coat
Night replaces you again __
1-29-18
Remembering a night from the winter if 1970. I was only 20. It was only a moment, and perhaps it could only have been a moment, to have so captured eternity.