GOOD FRIDAY

Decades ago
I lost something on Good Friday,
Although "lost" seems an odd word
for something I gave away willingly.

Something that opened up
a world of new experiences,
new emotions never before felt
and an ocean of pleasure
my innocent self didn't know existed.

My partner in that gift exchange
has been long relegated to my distant past,
a past I have no wish to revisit.

Yet the part of my self-ness  that awakened
on that Good Friday long ago
remains a beautiful thing,
Nurtured here and there by others,
especially the one most precious to my heart,
who made my body sing like no other!
He left this world too soon
but will always remain a dear memory,
the one to whom I wish
I had imparted that first gift.

Eileen Auger
4/19/14