The Grand Return 

 

Spring is upon us.

Literally and figuratively.

The daffodils nod their fragrant heads in unison.

The  gossamer winged butterflies flutter around in the redolent breeze.

Mere mortals traipse around; happiness kissing their feet.

The robin whistles a melodious, staccato song.

 

Her new home is as vintage as it gets.

She spruces every corner with her deft, delicate hands.

Not a crooked photo frame here or there.

The cushions are spiffy and straightened out.

 

The pink vintage phone is a collector’s item.

As is the Victorian lamp and milky ceramic vase.

The bi-coloured yellow roses;

she plucked from her lovingly tended garden.

The cut glasses cradle the scented tea lights,

that flicker away through the not-so long nights.

 

*******

 

The silence has been deafening all these years. 

She hopes against all hopes, that he will call soon enough.

The shrill sound of his long distance call will reverberate,

through the pristine walls of her dainty, desirable home.

Her husky hello, will bring him down on his knees.

He will have no choice but to head back home;

Into her tender arms, never to ever leave her wanting. 

 

Fate has other plans.

At eighty-five,

She still thinks she is living her late twenties.

A love, long lost.

Never to ever return.

 

 

 

Written as part of wonderful Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt.