I thrive for her calls
to hear that voice
that once pressed its whisper to my ears
and every year
ever single year
I am haunted by her love
and our memory
Ice upon the cedars and branchs
on the old mansion grounds
How I fixed my phone today and will
send her a desire to hear here again
via our messages

sometimes old lovers are more closest
to the heart then any other
and how we know each other
so very very well........

Yes more fact then fiction
this one...We still phone each other and talk
on the "blower" as my parents called the
telephone..off in our different worlds she
and I but we write..how we write!

and we still are connected
she still calls
and writes and our love will never die
so odd
we have our lives fulfilled
and yet the old fires
the old fires still warm us
and we tend them with softness
and desire
all the keeping of it

precious and tender