he remembers how she’d drive to his apartment
every day after she finished her work
as a social worker helping the elderly
how wonderful it was to look out of his apartment
window and see her there in her car
how wonderful she looked with her pretty brown eyes
and lovely curly black hair
he remembers how she thought he had a fixation
on blondes
he smiles inwardly remember how she had a fixation
on believing that
he remembers how compassionate she was
the most compassionate woman he ever knew
he recalls how though was quite proper and
always modestly dressed
she surprised him in ways he hadn’t imagined
which amazed and delighted him
he liked her honeysuckle southern accent
she liked mimicking his bostonian accent
that he kidded her about saying he spoke
the queen’s english
for a brief moment he languished over her
leaving him unexpectedly when she said a
lot of things were wrong with her body
and she didn’t want to burden him
despite his wanting to be there for
her no matter what
and leaving cards and flowers on her
apartment doorstep for about a week
she stuck to her resolve and what had been
a wonderful love was forever over
but now that should have been is barely a
memory after over two decades ago
his heart healed long ago and he doesn’t
pine over the loss of her
though she was the best match for him in
his entire life
bob boyd