Sunday, July 28, 2013

Our last date



Do you remember all those years ago when we first met? We were both so shy and I had scarce enough courage to walk up to you one morning to ask you out on a date

It was not long ago I revisited that country town and stood in that same spot for the last time where we conversed in the very beginning arranging a date, looking at each other, me suggesting a Jazz club, you preferring to go ballroom dancing.

To and fro we tried to agree where we should go. All the time I looked into your eyes and you into mine.

We were both rooted to the spot and now late for work neither had the strength to part or stop observing the other. I wanted to kiss your nose and later you told me you liked that I was tall and this alone seemed sufficient that we should spend the rest of our lives together.

So we decided to go to a movie in your home town (So then we could later walk back to your home alone in the dark).

Much has changed in this town but nothing has eroded that memory. Today the weather is overcast and the rain will fall as will my tears.

Tomorrow I will take your ashes and place them in your favourite place where I shall walk through the trees and the thick vegetation with the insects buzzing and crows calling overhead, to that secret lake where you had taken me to so many years before and told me that was where you wanted to lay down and rest forever for you were happiest there.

I woke to the sun shining at the break of the following day and made my promised journey with all the cells in my body weeping for you as we went on our last date together.

 

17 comments:

  1. Such a moving story of everlasting love at its strongest moment in time. A very well crafted prose, OE! A welcome respite from the mundane verses.

    Hank

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  2. Very touching and what a sad situation to be in!!True to your style the romantic escapade does not fail you here today!!

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  3. You wove this story so beautifully....excellent..I loved reading through..My wordle here..

    http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2013/07/he-wove-his-stories-well.html

    RS

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  4. Sometimes I hate endings...nice piece.

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  5. Last date? Maybe. But maybe there will be other rendezvous at that secret lake...

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  6. Soft sadness and acceptance. I could see the speaker's bent shoulders on that final walk to the secret lake. Love is to be cherished and you do that well.

    Elizabeth

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  7. Utterly romantic dear Old Egg. Your tone is precious and loving.

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  8. This romantic prose poem grabbed me and held me until the last word! Loved it!

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  9. Really beautiful and tender write, Old Egg.

    Pamela

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  10. This I can respond to. A beautiful essay on love and loss that really sparked emotions that are, mainly these days, missing in me.

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  11. Beautiful poignant story of love and loss.

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  12. Well crafted. I love stopping here for the romance you offer up. Often sad, your work speaks of the beauty in love. Even when there's pain...it is so worth it. Nicely done, OE.

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  13. No memory from the grave, alas. A love story.

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  14. This reminds me of my own family...my mother releasing my father's ashes into the ocean... a very private matter. But it was what he wanted.

    So now the only place to visit him is in my heart.

    Thanks for your visit...I'm a tad behind - catching up.
    ~Jules(Paige).

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