Self reflection and memories have become a staple of my aging. I suppose that, as we all age, we become more attuned to what has happened in the past, and how it shapes our present. The future is an unknown. But, we can remember and learn from the past.
He studied her,
as she placed the cards
Did she hear his beating heart?
Could she sense his mind racing?
Did she hear his silent prayer,
asking for a future of loving her?
Could she read the desire in his body?
As the cards fell,
and she pretended to see meaning in them,
he sensed that it was all a game.
He already knew that he was bound to the past,
a past that was filled with broken love
and broken promises.
He didn’t need the cards to tell him.
He was a budding plant,
growing towards a powerful sun,
reaching for the sky.
He was a boy-man,
learning to love.
He didn’t need the cards to tell him,
he had much work to do.
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