Remembering Love
By Stephanie Mesler
Will you think of me as the wind blows across a mountaintop and will you know that it's me brushing my fingertips across your back, shoulder blade to shoulder blade, so slowly that it's like not moving at all?
Will you remember that my eyes are the color of borage just after it's rained and that I love the rain, even when there is work to be done in the garden?
When you taste bergamot and lemon, will it transport you to that tea shop we found at the edge of that town that wasn't big enough to have a stoplight? Will you wish for the cookies that were iced with rose water by the man who looked like he could raise a cadillac over his head and toss it into the river that ran outside his kitchen window?
Will you hear my voice at night when you sit alone on the porch, waiting for moonlight to fall on our willow for the 100th time since I left?
If a winter storm comes and icicles hang from the gutters, will you see how they sparkle in the sun and know that I would have cried for their glory? Will you leave them hanging until they melt because that's what I would have wanted?
Will you wish for me to return? Will you waste the years after me, remembering?
I want you to forget.
Forget how much we needed one another and how we swore to be one another's one and only.
Forget the promises and the vows.
Forget the pain.
Remember only that our life together was no miracle,
That we had love because we were love.
We earned love because we did love.
Remember this - love begets love.
I want you to love again and remember that we taught one another what is possible.
Do not settle for less.
Remembering Love is © Stephanie Mesler 2020
