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The fragrance of the earth, I remember vividly.I sat on the park bench, music soothing me.The joy of all that was green was surrounding me whenYou decided to share the bench and said,“Lovely weather. The monsoons are the best time of the year.”I smiled politely; I loved the rains too.There appeared to be an unconditional happiness in you.You were a stranger, and yet,Your joy was so infectious that it spread to me,A quality it had, quite a bit child-like too.
In the warmth of the summer months, our friendship blossomed.There were moments without you, to spend I found them tiresome.Together we traveled far and we traveled wide,We saw the sands and the skies; I saw the world through your eyes.I knew love needn’t hurt, it could be fun.We shared the love of sunny mangoes and not-so-sunny songsWe knew we were meant to be for far too longLonger than defined by eternityI could look into your eyes, and no doubt I could seeI knew you and I would never be gone.
Brought autumn with it some bad news;Withering leaves, no sign of dew.I was to be united with another.No apologies could make up for it; I knew I had been a traitor.I deserve not your silence; upon me, let your anger spew.But you said not a word, nor did I.I went the way they said while there was a veil on my eyes.I saw no way out and accepted thatIt is my fate, and my feelings should be laid to rest.I taught myself to be happy, forced it upon myself for a while.
Winter arrived, frigid and horridly cold.
Upon my heart and upon my life it had a death-hold.I was in the tentacles of a hurtful world.You remained but a memory in my mind.
A love or a fantasy - smoke and haze that seemed to have curdled.Not a day went by when I didn’t brush you up from the attic of my mindI missed you more and held onto the haze too tightI knew I wouldn’t let you fade awayYou reminded me of summer sunshineEven on this cold winter night.
Many years later, I forgave myself and the world.I became a grandmother, but peace of mind, I was yet to earn.Music stopped soothing me; I had gone nearly deaf.So here I sat with my knitting yarn and wool,A little craft with the arrival of the grandchildren I had learned.Suddenly, I knew, on the park bench I wasn’t aloneSo many years had gone by, but your smile still shone“Lovely weather, isn’t it?” You asked innocently.I put my hand around your wrinkled arm to make sure you weren’t a dreamI smiled when I knew I had found you again.
Spring had finally come.
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