Our fading love story
Personal story
On a crazy whim
We decided to get married
It was over 20 years ago
And we had few friends
We did it
In a field
Amongst the long grasses
With the soft rain
And shifting images of smiles and beauty
Whether it actually happened that way
Is no longer important
As I am unable to distinguish memory
From fact
But that’s how I like to
Remember it.
She’s gone now
And I’m on my way out
And whether anyone
Remembers our story
Or cares enough to find out the truth
Is not up to me
As my days are fading
With the best behind me.
I suspect
Our beautiful
And dramatic tale
Will soon disappear
Lost to that great removalist,
Time
As others continue on their own way.
Only the self
In the Now
Seems to matter.
21.1.20
