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Bitter Memory

I loved you as no other could that night in mid-July
Whispering sweet sighs like soft breezes wafting through the trees
Beneath a wispy cloud-shaded moon and star-encrusted sky
I felt a tingling, surging weakness through my trembling knees.

Could I ever have known you were a self-indulgent tease
That I was only meant to be another fleeting score
That by mid-August of me you'd remember nothing more.


Written May 14, 2021

Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 5/15/2021 4:40:00 PM Wow! You sure met the wrong woman that time! Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 5/15/2021 4:50:00 PM Ah, more than once in my youth.

Frederic Parker Date: 5/14/2021 2:19:00 PM an encounter we all have known as we passed through youth Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 5/14/2021 2:39:00 PM So true, Frederic. Unfortunately! Thanks for your visit.

Maurice Rigoler Date: 5/14/2021 10:38:00 AM Hope this wasn't your experience, Milton! For many men it can be, as the title of your poem says, a bitter experience and memory. Thanks for reading my poem on the Comice pear. / Maurice Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 5/14/2021 10:48:00 AM You're welcome, Maurice. I enjoyed it. Thanks for your read on a disappointing encounter many, many years ago!