R.M. Dolin, December 23, 2023
It’s more than just the depth of my love,
it’s the shattered dream of our most perfect future.
I can’t imagine never seeing you again. Never
taking quiet walks in the forest or along
that lake where the old man shared stories
of his phantom fish.
Never cycling around Versailles,
or holding you in my arms as you sleep
because your Paris night is my New Mexico day.
I can't imagine never coming back
to France or buying our house in
the country where we sit for hours beside
a warm fire in our restored millstone sanctuary.
I can’t conceive a day when
my life is no longer tangled with yours.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Kyle assesses all that’s lost.
