It was a delicious meal.
My heart pumped all through the time I was eating it
as it had before and has continued to do every moment since.
As it was in the beginning,
It was snowing outside
but the restaurant had a fireplace and was softly lit.
You were there, and as I ate, I loved you and felt happy.
is now
On my plate, the gone moments
of a breeze and the scent of new grass; the rhythm
of a place and season. The ability to move and exist.
and ever shall be
I remember that evening
even as it has vanished, as you have vanished,
as the meal and place and I myself have vanished
world without end
The gold of the brandy
in your glass, the smoothness of the skin of my hands,
all appears and vanishes in my memory as it, too, vanishes.
Amen, my love. Amen.
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Music: Vivaldi Gloria
So poignant and moving. "On my plate, the gone moments...." Our plates are so full of those by now. Hits the heart!
ReplyDeleteFirst off, that photo made my mouth water. Looks delicious. Then your title made me think of food or something being "recalled" because it's contaminated or faulty. Your poem is so bittersweet and so exquisitely written.
ReplyDelete"Amen, my love. Amen." - a fitting grace.
ReplyDeleteMemories carry a light but potent load in this, full of the yearning you do so well, and the idea of loss that somehow is not completely lost, because the sweetness remains, world without end. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully expressed, Shay, that vanishing point of love, memory of a moment that never vanishes completely, its eternity in that single point of contact once, "in the beginning."
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