Challenge
Lost Love
Today is the anniversary of the passing of my wife. She was my best friend and mother of my child. She brought out the best, and sometimes the worst, in me. Tell me a story about your lost love, any format.
The Party
The party, we knew, would be a good one
so we put on those red and orange lights,
our faces like traffic signals: switched on
and mounted on thin poles. We bent the night
in someone’s car; you could hear the music
from the street, where we stopped and found a park;
I took the steps in twos; after I knocked
the door swung open and out of the dark
interior – with a volume of sound –
came some girl; she moved like a lioness
and, without looking, wrapped her arms around
my neck and flavoured my mouth with a kiss.
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