He said: I’ll miss you too.
He said: we’ll stay in touch.
She waited unwearyingly, trusting his words.
Once she wrote and every day afterwards
She looked for his non-existent answer.
She puzzled about it but found no reason:
Nothing to solve the riddle
That haunted her waking hours and
Turned to nightmares in the dark.
Remembering how it began, she wondered.
Reluctant or merely confused
He seemed arduous but sweet.
His passion kindled regardless of every misgiving
And so, she relaxed, accepted the marvel.
Snowed under by charming or often silly letters
She dared believing that he loved too.
Their intimacy soared
Lovemaking, tender and passionate
Taught her to feel sheltered and cared for
Until they were almost caught out
(Clandestine affairs never thrive)
At present she still sits on a monument
Smiling at grief
© HMH, 2013