watermelon memories
Friday, December 31, 2004
  the irish that was
it's hard to say which shone brighter
his eyes or his smile.
my attraction was fed by the lilt in his voice
and his easy laugh.
with one look
he could make an entire room full of people disappear.
with a touch
all my worries were washed away.
i was his
without hesitation.
he was mine
with all his irish charms.
forcing us down paths we didn't want to take,
life drove us apart.
paths of loneliness
and of frustration.
separated by time and distance
but connected now more than ever.
his eyes still shine at me...
through the eyes of my son.
and i smile at the memories
of the irish that was.

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