Afterwards



Sometimes it floods over me

That remembrance

Brought on by a baby’s cry

Or a smell

Or a taste

Or a smile

Love of any kind

Leaving me with that familiar guilty longing 

And the feeling that I have betrayed 

Your memory

Somehow

By finding joy in something

Without you

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87 thoughts on “Afterwards

  1. Different posts bring back memories in ways that can not be explained. It isn’t always directly relevant but as soon as I read that lovely poem I thought of the time fifty years ago when I was walking down Collins St in Melbourne and a girl walked past. And she must have been wearing a combination of perfume and powder and makeup that blended to be exactly like a girls who had just broken my heart. I followed her for a while down the street but it wasn’t her. It never has been her. I just love how you, out there in cyber space, keep messing with my heart.

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    • It’s OK. Everyone else does the VD. This is why we should pay attention to the initials of our kids before we name them. Except I was not naming a kid, so the initials never occurred to me. It makes me giggle now!

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