Post by Ken Corbett on Apr 22, 2003 14:42:53 GMT -5
I know you’re thinking of me always.
I feel your presence in my mind
as I too recall our times together.
We are joined in spirit,
if not in flesh and blood.
Perhaps our love is pure for this,
that we never stayed together
long enough to see it die.
It would have an orphan
wasting away between us,
that neither of us knew
how to keep alive.
Years pass and the errant flights
of sleek airplanes reunite us
at random and unforeseen intervals,
so we can still savor the sweetness
of our eternal love affair.
A love affair we don’t want to die,
but that we can’t possibly revive.
Ken
I feel your presence in my mind
as I too recall our times together.
We are joined in spirit,
if not in flesh and blood.
Perhaps our love is pure for this,
that we never stayed together
long enough to see it die.
It would have an orphan
wasting away between us,
that neither of us knew
how to keep alive.
Years pass and the errant flights
of sleek airplanes reunite us
at random and unforeseen intervals,
so we can still savor the sweetness
of our eternal love affair.
A love affair we don’t want to die,
but that we can’t possibly revive.
Ken
