Topic: Who He Was
He was the debonair sailor
you met that summer eons ago
when you visited Aunt Rhoda
near Boston harbor.
He was on his last leave
before a two-year
tour of duty overseas.
The three days you spent together
were idyllic. Everything
and everyone duly faded
into the background.
You had a very difficult time
when he had to leave, but
you promised to write, so did he.
He would come home to you.
You moved; he got reassigned.
The mail was delayed. You lost touch
with each other and never found
him again. But you never forgot.
Neither did he.
Posted by moon/vlk234
at 12:01 AM EDT
Updated: Thursday, April 7, 2005 3:41 PM EDT
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Updated: Thursday, April 7, 2005 3:41 PM EDT
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