Love On Pearl Harbour Night
Poem for WOL comp
The met on Pearl Harbour night.
Dressed in red from lipstick to heel
She swayed cool grooves
On the floor of the dancehall.
He was on leave, his bowler hat
Tipping in jives.
They kissed, danced, everything else,
Spent the week in luxurious unity,
Mutual bliss, love.
Until his time was up, the war
Ripped them in half, a promise
Set in stone to return
And live forever.
As the war went on
Nothing was forgotten
Advancing towards Berlin
With a photograph, a promise
And a tear in the scope.
Then there was silence in Europe.
He returned a broken man, searching
For the last piece but she was nowhere.
And he waited at the dancehall
Dissolving into wrinkles.
5, 10, 37
Moved across the street.
Window with a view of everything he needed.
Remembrance day came, now an old man
Patient as a flower in decline
He read his soul
Out to the crowd, wiped his eye
And stepped off the stage.
A hand touched his shoulder from behind.
His bent back twitched and turned around.
It was her.
His beautiful past, his missing piece,