I call him Romeo

but he was never really all

that romantic

or necessarily faithful…

My soul recognized his soul

thirty eight years ago

this Spring.

I was tangled up in

dreamy, impractical love

adoring and clinging,

jealous, possessive love.

Other women warned me

his grandmother, his mother

and both of his previous wives…

male friends warned me, too.

We formed a family unit

loose and expansive…

friends and lovers and others

flowed in and out of

our lives

My heart throbbed with an aching

love of him

Years past. As predicted

he drifted…

Just as predictably I reacted; it

did not end well.

However souls know…

often more than the human spirit.

When the spirit breaks loose

the soul turns blue

or if really wounded

turns purple.

My soul turned lavender first

progressing all the way to


Although apart more years

than we were together

but in concert now


Yesterday’s valentine

brought roses and wine,

candles and porcelain plates

laid out on a damask cloth-

to serve a well-thought out

special homemade dinner.

It was only he who could turn

 my icy heart again to


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