The Old Flame
I have been tried to find the address of the love of my life
Banal? Perhaps, but I think we only fall truly in love once.
Even if we fall in love hundred times more it will never be
the same. Hundred times, there are serial romanticizisers
who falls in love every time girl smiles I found her address,
she is married – how dared she- and a grandmother now.
You can never go back- a banality- but why should I meet
a granny, except the girl she once was when I loved her.
The layers of years we both carry a burden that has made
us shapeless and unattractive. If I met her I would look if
there was a residue of her youth in her eyes and not blue
rinsed hair and golden rimmed glasses.
When she left me – the first love is a fire that burns into
an ash that shatters in the prevailing wind of life- I looked
for her face and aroma in every woman I met.
Then like grief the distance helped and was able to smile
of my foolishness. She is not forgotten, she is a nugget of
gold that has helped enriching my life
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