Holy Relics

[sasha]

 

rummaging through my desk
for a lost invoice
I find instead
an old note from her

the familiar hand
the playful tone
the smiley
and the word "love"

love

I hold this scrap
this remnant of what is no more
and fall inward
into cobwebbed memory
and for just a moment
I can see her hazel eyes -
the nape of her neck -
the mole on the slope of her right breast...
I can hear her laugh
I can smell her hair
I can taste her lips
and feel the warmth of her body
wrapped around mine in sleep

mercifully
the moment passes
the vision fades
and I return to now
but instead of discarding
this useless crumb
I place it back into the vault
into the secret shrine
of the bottom drawer
before I resume
rendering
unto Caesar...

 

[edsiejka]

Forgotten love?....not really. Well done Sasha

[sasha]

lost - but not forgotten. Never forgotten.

thanks, ed - appreciate the review.

[judih]

so much power
released by the reading
nourishment of memory

[saw]

a beautiful yet sad recollection
to be savored at times, and stored away at times
but never simply forgotten

[mtmynd]

Holy Relics never lose their beauty... their strength... importance to those who believe...

Thank you for sharing your secret shrine.

[sasha]

thanks, all, for your responses - the lady passed several years ago, but she still lives in my mind (judih, she's the subject of the poem I sent you for your blog....)

[creativesoul]

Love is very beautiful and tricky
Like fire - burning and formless. What remains is clear
Love

[mnaz]

How did I miss this until now? Amazing. And so true.

[Doreen Peri]

We all hold onto letters and items that remind us of those we’ve loved. We’ll always love them. Beautifully written.

[creativesoul]

Loved it