thirteenpumpkins

I put the 'romantic' into 'Necromantic'...

anyhoo.

So a face from my past recently came back into view. There was the moment all over again, the heart missing a beat and the giggly schoolboy nervousness. I am probably getting excited about nothing, but the little flame that still smoulders quietly inside hopes there might me more. Who knows. The person I am talking about will probably never ever read this, but you never know, stranger things have happened...

I wrote this to her many years ago, I don't think she would even remember it, but I would like to share it (sorry if it sounds too cliche):

We are the blackest of shadows
I am your cloak,
you are my dagger.
In the realm of the dark,
I am your unlight,
you are my life, my thoughts,
my desires, my beliefs...

...amongst the thorns, you are my rose...

I wonder if anyone will ever write some poetry for me?

More (hopefully) to come...

Edit: OK, so after I had written the bit above, my neighbor knocks my door and hands me a package that was delivered to her by mistake. The package was from mom back in England, with some candy and some pics of my grandparents I had asked for, and there, in the bottom of the box, was a ring. The ring that the special 'someone' I was talking about bought for me waaaay back.

Coincidence???