Two Weeks in July
It’s like talking to a brick wall
He said
But there was far mortar her
And life
Than she would ever let on ..
Then they laughed
And
She gave him those two weeks
In July
………………………Sheer abandon
The colours
Gold and blue
The craziness of it all and shared
The loving still
So very well remembered
Now saved in a vault of recollection
Well shared they were and true
And crazy strong, then August hit
And she was gone….
Later, he would find her trowel
Placed it seems, behind a pillow
Maybe
……………. To collect another day
No one knows precisely when
It dawned on him
Cement exactly what she said
When they first met
Whether two weeks or a fortnight
We are talking
Fourteen days and nights no more
Love me but never fall in love with me
I am just passing through, she said ..