Love That Once Was

Love that once Was When I met her she was spring flower and pretty as the zephyr undulating gently through a field of tulips. But there was no denying I was September and set in my bachelor way, and my bashfulness stopped me from approaching her. Twenty- six years later and she is slim and pretty in a waxy way, in her eyes I read unhappiness life was harder than she had imagined her husband had left her for France, leaving her with two children and a small grocery shop. We drank some wine, she cried because she too had been too shy and she still loved me. I told her loved her too, but I was not true it was her youth I had loved and the newness of her aroma, but it was too late and I left her to the memories.