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.
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ZJG-POetry’19.