REVISITING

Lost love remembrance

In 1974, we bought an ancient convent

In Santa Margherita, Italy

Restored it and lived there for 2 years.

Three weeks ago, I drove from Milan

To the old convent

And ate a cheese sandwich in the kitchen.

I didn’t come to see the place.

Behind the convent is a small chapel

And beneath it dozens of nuns are buried.

And behind it is one grave

My Annette lies there.

 

I brought no flowers

The dead receive more flowers

Than the living

Because regret is stronger than gratitude.

I have no regrets

If love could have saved her

She would have lived forever.

I only sat there

To feel my grief that never waned

And to know she would scold me for it

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

Grief, a human emotion..mostly .. It lives in the heart, next to LOVE.. and survives forever..
A wonderfully lovely work... I can relate ...

Your Friend, Jazz

[Sami Khalil]

Sadness permeates this well-impacting poem. It has so much truth in between.