Disappearance

Sixty years later, I am frozen

in my dream of loveliness,

moments before his vanishing.

Soft sea breeze,

the slippery taste of chocolates,

his arm circling me

as he held the binoculars,

male breath,

the prickle of his moustache.

Paralysis set in,

the colours of the scene

began to fade.

© Valerie Taylor
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