A flame (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I saw you first
Your face in the mirror
Across the café floor
It’s older now
More lined
But beautiful still
Your hair is shorter
And more sparse
Your restless energy
Slightly more contained
As you sipped your signature coffee
And read
Your neck arched
Your softly bowing head
I remember at once the sound
Of your hello when I would call
Across a room just like this
And your sparkling eyes
And smile were bliss
Old flame here found
So unexpectedly
I’m not prepared, I’m awkward
A little lost and cowardly
So I’ll quietly slip
Out to a street of strangers
Before you can see
My bleak retreat, old flame…
© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved
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I loved this! So poignant and heartfelt. Thank you.
~ Darling
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
😦 I want her to go back and speak to him.
Thanks…yes, it is sad when fear outweighs love…..
Oh, fear should never outweigh love!!! I loved this, Helen!!!!! 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Happy Christmas Old Flame, Here’s to you! Some old flames are better retained in memory. Fear can sometimes call itself by the wrong name, nostalgia can be a deeper wisdom. Regret a wiser guide?
Very true – fear may well be something else in disguise but still feel like fear in the moment! 🙂 🙂
I like this. Romantic and poignant. The scene nicely depicted.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Aww.. I thought what I’d do if this scenario ever happens to me! Beautiful. Easy to read and “secretly” romantic.
Thanks Sophie!! 🙂 🙂
Very touching, very real, very nice.
Thanks Mike!! 🙂 🙂
This is gorgeous and I agree it is very real and very tender
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
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thank you dear 🙂 🙂