Shopping at the market today
My mind engaged in wondrous play
Four apples, apples, on a stick
Egg plant, egg plant, won’t make me sick
My old friend from the park bench day
Stopped me with a few words to say
“I loved him once you know,” she said
“My heart no longer fills with dread”
“I’ve learned to simply let him go
My quest for love no longer show”
“My coltish days of youth are gone”
And from the ash emerged a swan
“My heart fills tender at the thought
Of what it was I hadn’t sought”
“I’m reminded now love’s slow burn
A real connection at every turn”
“Tender love with no childish games
No high emotion, hidden shames”
She tossed an apple in her cart
Turned her hips with intent to part
“Our hearts are growing as we age
Turning us from student to sage”
So many loves has this one known
In search of love her desires hone
I should take lecture from her past
Not accept the role which I’m cast
Explore each love when it’s new
Be open to the one that’s true
And so I go about my life
A tranquil heart without due strife
Until we chance to meet again
I’ll ponder her heart’s loss and gain
** This poem is the second part to a poem I wrote in November 2008, From a Random Visit
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