The One Who Never Got Away.
Childhood playmates
In the desert heat
Toys and bikes and swimming pools
Innocent and sweet.
She was blonde
I was not
I would be plain
She would be hot.
The changes came and we groped around,
Never quite lovers, but always in love.
And then she was gone.
There were occasional contacts over the years
As we each lived our lives
On opposite side of the continent.
Marriages and children, a divorce for her
A steady partner for me.
The years went by
A couple of decades
The internet appeared, and then one day an email.
And she was back.
In my life.
The years had brought her a second marriage
And a solid companion
And a cancer death for me.
But we go on, because there is only one alternative.
And now, six years on, she is back again.
Coming to a city near me soon.
We’re old now, settled and safe
Grandparents both
But still, way down in there
Is the dim spark of..
desire?
For what might have been.
We’ll meet, laugh and reminisce
about two children
Innocent and sweet
And toys and bikes and swimming pools
In our desert heat.
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