And here we are
Older
Changed
The warm fires
In winter
Dry leaves
—-//
Sweet is the wine
Long and brief is the love we share
Yet stronger
From grief
—-//
The music starts
Her lips are close
Her hair is down
The wine
The fire
The earth
Everything else is smoke…
—-///
Between the voices
The crowd
I see her
Red dress
How can you not
See her
Even now
After all this time
My eyes
Are always looking
Across the room
For a red dress
—-
And here we are
After all this time
And all this grief
And all that is brief
And the wine is sweet
Her eyes are closed
Her lips are close
——
Everything else is smoke ….
-E
Regarding Samuel 