That’s not really the title.
It is Saturday afternoon. Today is a day of talking, cleaning, organizing, doing, productivity, errands, etc. I’m trying to swing an impromptu yard sale tomorrow. Meghan is downsizing, reducing, minimalizing.
I’m going through my books, picking out the shelf candy. I have a very fat book of assorted Poe. I actually have 2 very fat books of assorted Poe and can never seem to rid myself of either. One has everything in it, the other was a gift from Julian.
I just opened up the former and went through the assorted papers stuffed inside. Memories are so great when they are saved in books. They surprise you more later.
What I found in that book was a print out of 2 poems sent to me by an old flame. A flame that burned fiercely bright in me at the time. I read them, not with a sadness of something lost which would be quite ordinary for me, but with a happiness that those writings came into existence and it just so happened that he sent them to me. A feeling of luck, a smile because I was fortunate to be an audience to someone’s personal expression. At the time, those poems had been pure ecstasy for me, they had been from him! Now they are a beautiful reminder of rapture’s possibility.
I found another poem. I think from the same person but you know what, I cannot remember. I really cannot. There is something satisfying in that too.