I haven’t seen her for 45 years

Since she parted on a note of

Anger and jealousy.

I’ve found her again on the

World-wide-web and we

Started a series of narrative

E-mails.

Then one day we met in person

At a café of her choice

Near the Albertina

In Vienna. Simchi.

She took after her Mom –

A lifetime of happenings lied

Between us

But we couldn’t take-up our

Relationship

Where we had left off.

Yet. I thought

Although she promised to

Come early summer and

We could walk together

In the Viennese Woods

As we used to as students.

I have been married for

51 years and met the love

Of a lifetime 17 years ago.

An early death of my Muse 

Had parted us and changed

Everything:

My marriage turned to

Friendship.

True love could only be

Judged after its ending

And marriage can’t be

Taken-up again.

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.