If Only Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

I awake...

to another cold, January morning

As I look out at the grey, mist, filled sky

I find myself wistfully reflecting

The days spent with the professor

He declared his love

Bequeathed his heart, his possessions

He bestowed such kindness and generosity

His benevolence...

So alien to my battered heart



He is now in Costa Rica

with his new wife...

in their new condo

His landscapes now...

Are warm, golden sands

Painted, colored skies

And deep, blue waters



I leave the warm comfort of my bed

like I left the warm comfort of his kindness

I reluctantly slide my cold feet into my slippers

stepping gingerly onto my frigid, winter floor


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