Written for dVerse, Threads of Feelings
Certain days breed “what-if” thoughts
Gray, cold days locked inside, (k)not days
hot blood pumping days, no hiding the phrase
Off-handed mention of sultry saxophone, you remembered,
made a birthday mix-tape, gypsy music
pisces, both of us
adhering to romance, fantasy, happily dream-dwelling.
You understood me, sometimes, mostly, but
you weren’t my soul my heart my love.
Some twenty years later, your passion, who fought the good fight
against a cruel, horrid enemy, passed. I did think of you, single parent
grieving children, grieving you, hoping you strength but filed away thoughts.
Yet today, thinking of love tokens, the mix tape came to mind. From you.
Not my passion, but someone who reached inside to understand.
How seldom that is, you know, someone cares enough to understand.
Sascha Darlington 3/7/2018