I Remember by Marion Carroll

I remember waking....
the dew kissed morning sun, streaming
through the curtains

the scent of us still lingering on your flesh

my lips, stretching into a smile before
my eyes even opened

and there you are

propped on one elbow,
the other arm resting lightly across my waist,
a look of sheer tenderness and bewildered
wonderment in your eyes

And mine
in total adoration at the gift you have given

you loved me and there was never a moment of doubt
that I loved you too.

I still can't explain what happened
one day you were gone and life went on and

21 years have passed.

You hold another woman now, and she loves you
as she should.
Another man gave me his name
and holds the body and soul that he abused.

But there is not a morning that goes by
when my eyes open and I don't miss looking up into
your face and feeling as if a sword has cut me all to ribbons.

Do you wake up with that aching
Do tears slide from your eyes, as they do from mine,
before you even open them, each day

When you look into her eyes
do you see me?

He holds my body...

but you still hold my heart.

And I?
I remember.
I remember waking, and all the moments
in between.

John F (81.101.29.91) -- Friday, July 21 2006, 08:29 pm

remember
Precious memories never fade, they always have a place in your heart.

Meridian (205.188.117.65) -- Friday, July 21 2006, 11:12 pm

Marion,
It's a shame that quite a few couples don't get to grow old together. Once upon a time marriage was longlasting, now it almost freaks me out....you know....the chances of separation. However Marion, your poem rocks! Nicely written! Are you by chance an author? Beautiful emcee!

MC (205.188.117.65) -- Saturday, July 22 2006, 03:33 am

John
These memories will live with me till I draw my last breath.....everyone should experience a love like this. Even though we aren't together, the love has stayed with me all these years and doesn't fade with time.

MC (205.188.117.65) -- Saturday, July 22 2006, 03:38 am

Meridian
Thank you for your sweet comments. I could have lived in a dirt hovel with this man and felt as rich as the Queen of England. In my own way, I am growing old with this man. He has never left my heart, and he never will. No, I'm not an author....yet. It's a thought, I may persue.

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