Enga mellom fjella

You were never my valentine

You were never my valentine

And I was green. Green as green could be until you turned blue, holding your breath and waiting for my response. I couldn't tell you then and you've been dead for 50 years. I suppose I could tell you now. I still see your kind eyes, sad that I never got to hold what lay behind them.

         two saplings
         lean towards each other
         recollections

There's nothing left but a single image sketched in a yearbook, and a friend who resembles you in so many ways. He was born nine months after your accident. I haven't seen him in years. Yes, he knows how deeply I feel. Now I'm the one who waits. We may never meet again this lifetime.

         like eternal hope
         in the wind — years pass
         like Kansas dust

Not all things match up. Not all ends meet where they can be tied and bound together. Your winter will become my autumn; your summer my beloved's spring. Seasons recycle in a spiral, but never return the same. I remember your name. Do you remember my silence?

         all thoughts fade
         lost to the recycle bin
         year after year

But your visage remains emblazoned while I weep.

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~200 words

2nd place February 2022 "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus"