Nanushka

Originally uploaded by nikolinelr

Remember when we talked 'til dawn
each cherishing the other's every word-
remember dancing in the rain,
notes pinned to pillows,
hearts traced on frosty window panes,
and never thinking
each other's wildest dreams
absurd?
Then it seemed
we didn't talk much any more-
no dancing in the rain,
no pillow-talk,
or sharing dreams at daybreak,
no messages of love on window panes,
and somehow, writing notes became
another chore-
I wonder if those demons, doubt and jealousy,
crept in and stole the love we shared . . .
or like a bluebell lying dormant
deep beneath the winter snow,
will it re-awaken
stronger and more beautiful in Spring,
giving us another chance
to show how much we care . . . ?