Once

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Once

We met as old friends.
He’d once proposed,
although the possibilities
were deeply difficult.

And such were those years lost –
when I said I love you. But we knew
it as gratitude now. I remember it
was the most singular evasion

of my precocious youth. We both
felt this difficult indeed, the meeting
of two kind hearts. Once.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Found and remixed from Bleak House
and my 1991 Winter Journal

 

 

 

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40 thoughts on “Once

  1. You have presented a very realistic situation – the meeting of people whose ‘love’ did not work out, but who now have the capability of liking each other & appreciating what once (almost) was. I hope that the meeting after a while proved not to be difficult, that after the ice was broken it was a bit pleasant. And why not, after those years? I liked this poem, Misky.

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  2. it is always a bit strange and a touch with the past if we meet those lovers or almost lovers from the past… i ran into someone just a bit ago and it felt like a trip back in time

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  3. “I remember it
    was the most singular evasion
    of my precocious youth”

    brilliant turn of phrase!

    we all have “what if’s” don’t we? wonderful write.
    โ™ฅ

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  4. You deftly turn time inside and out here, and it feels so familiar. I’ve a couple of these friendships now on facebook. Gratitude for youth, gratitude for now, gratitude for missing the chance–sometimes getting what we want is not that great.

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  5. I love these lines in particular:
    ‘But we knew
    it as gratitude now. I remember it
    was the most singular evasion
    of my precocious youth.’
    It’s not cloying or sentimental, it’s clear-eyed, but also slightly wistful.

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