By Michael-Leonard Creditor

Beth

She said goodbye and I was left with memories.

Running across a field at her placid back.
.          A yell.         She turns.
Running across a field at her fleeing back.

A phone call and a small voice says,
come, with half a question mark on the end.
The meeting-place is an old one — a dream
midway between two realities.
.         I’m on my way.

Walking through the Park. She’s sad.
‘I am a rock, i am an ice cream…’
Hey, would you like that rock?      it’s yours.
.        One Hundred and Thirty Eight tons.

Sharing our love.      Brilliant, flashing
The fabled forbidden Fire of Life magically transported from ancient Kor.
Bathing in the sweet flames.

She said goodbye and I was left with memories.
But whatever will she do without me.