Crème de la Crème

Of all the loves that I’ve loved in life

There was one, crème de la crème,

She turned my head and she caused me strife

But I loved her, way back when,

I met the woman by accident

As the ex-wife of a friend,

We’d see each other and look away

In a game we called ‘Pretend’.

 

‘Pretend’ she didn’t attract me then,

‘Pretend’ I couldn’t care less,

And she’d ‘Pretend’ that I held no sway

When she’d hide her eagerness.

We’d say, ‘Now, what a coincidence

That you happen to be here!’

But fate provided the incidents

For the best part of a year.

 

She ditched the guy she was seeing then

And I started calling round,

Just for a morning coffee break

And we’d stare each other down.

There was love and hate in each debate

We’d agree to disagree,

She’d say, ‘I’m glad that I’m not with you,’

And I’d say, ‘That goes for me!’

 

But then, if ever I missed a day

She’d say, ‘Where did you go?

I had a ride, but I stayed inside

Then in fact, you didn’t show!’

And sometimes, when she was out about

I would knock, and feel aggrieved,

‘Why weren’t you home at ten o’clock?’

I’d say, and she’d look relieved.

 

We felt a reverse attraction like

The same magnetic pole,

Pushing each other away today

Tomorrow, joined at the soul.

The tension there was electric once

That everything had been said,

And there on a Monday holiday

We tumbled into bed.

 

Our love was a roller coaster that

Would speed us up to the stars,

Bathed in a perspiration that

Was cold as the planet Mars,

And nothing was ever long enough

It was more like a disease,

For neither of us were strong enough

So we crawled away on our knees.

 

If love is a desperation to

Cling on to the one you need,

That was the explanation for

The love that we felt was greed.

I thought that I’d found the only one

That this love would never fail,

It was if I had found a holy one

In a search for the Holy Grail.

 

But nothing will last forever, for

The planets will move along,

Challenging each endeavour, be it

Love, or the right from wrong,

She slowly began to drift away

In search for a sense of self,

Begged for the space to run her race

And left me, high on the shelf.

 

I spent her absence, caught in a trance

And staring long at the wall,

I knew my soul was lost in advance

When I got the final call,

She fell enceinte with another’s child

Though she wanted to come back home,

But I was too hurt to take her back

So I soldiered on, alone.

 

Of all the loves that I’ve loved in life

There was one, crème de la crème,

She turned my head and she caused me strife

But I loved her, way back when,

I haven’t seen her for thirty years

But she has a place in my soul,

While I am playing the game ‘Pretend’

And the world is growing old.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[David Scott]

The pace felt reflective in this write David. I think you captured the emotion of the narrator very well and left the emotion of the affair a little bit up to the interpretation of the reader.

Man does not live by the deserts of life. Rather, we usually fall into patterns where we settle for a bland but filling love in order to live instead of living for the exquisite moments of the "sugar rush" loves of life.

I'm learning far slower than I am aging I fear. Ha.
I guess we can only pretend and imagine the "what ifs" eventually.

I enjoyed the read this morning.
Good evening to you "mate" and enjoy the holiday season. It is a good time to let your imagination breath!

Your friend,
David Scott.

[Marie]

Sometimes a love is just not meant to be. Opposites may attract, but they don't necessarily stay together. Timing is everything.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is another beautifully told story of love never meant to be. I could elaborate forever for my own personal reasons. Suffice it to say: you captured the emotion of such a relationship well and show how the scars can run so deep so as to be felt decades after. This is another one of your "softer" writes with a sad and tragic ending.

[Daniel Sala]

A well-written description of some relationships, and how one person can stand out in the mind/heart no matter how many years pass, some-one for whom we'll always have a fondness/love, very precise yet gentle (i.e. not clinical). To me it is a tender portrayal of human behaviour and a homage to a loved one, a warming poem to read and enjoy.

[Sheila Kline]

What a grand journey the two had in this delightful, invigorating game of "pretend"!! It was when the "pretend" became the reality that life bolted into action and one was gone and one left! Oh, to desire, to savor the passion felt with the creme de la creme of one's life!

I really like this one David!! Your works are all excellent without a doubt, but something about this one intrigues me!!

[Bob Sherunkle]

Mr Paget,that was wonderful.Very sad,but it reminds me of a few "occasions" in my life..so far. Beauriful.