VI. Madness This Way

i.
I don’t know if it was the auburn hair with golden highlights,
or the bright red lipstick smile, the dashing scarf about the throat,
or the light brown tweed coat you wore like a native,
but I was gone, baby gone, and crazy I missed class that day
for a long cup coffee at Memorial Union, the introductory chatter
that warmed my heart more than the midday sun
in the middle of a Madison 114 degree summer day.

I don’t know what she saw in me.  Maybe I was the exotic.

We were good for a while until, I don’t know,
a Groundhog Day going backwards like a bad movie,
each repetition making things worse.

And disregarding that good advice, I’d made a promise to a dead love
that I’d look for someone as much like her as I could find,
so the sweat and the sweet slowly turned to bitter and dry.

ii.
She was an economics major and she was smart
and she played cello and she loved CCR and CSNY
and she made incredible crepes and spoke slowly and smoothy
so her tongue licked like a warm hand
soothingly stroking my skin

and she faded away like Brigadoon

and I prayed it would not be another 100 years
and it has felt that way, I say to my memory of her
while we were friendly, we were perhaps not friends.

Each time I recall the wonder of you I wonder where
you are and what became of you,
too like smoke for me, whirled and vanished on the wind of time.

Forgive me, I know myself again, more grounded now,
not the sometimes lunatic me who lost you in the end.

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Happy #WriterThursday, I hope you are doing well as the Covid numbers rise again. Be safe, my friends. Today’s #WritingPrompt is

madness

Use it to inspire a piece of writing and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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