Poetry/Narrative/Star-Crossed Lovers Copyright Protected, ID 09-1575-913-02 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
I remember like it was yesterday but it was years ago and another lifetime ago that I fell in love with a man it was a love that could never grow could never be I was working for the Government of Canada for Health and Welfare and was sent way up north as part of a group to see the conditions in isolated villages and towns we were given wilderness guides because it was not like you could just take a car to get there one was called Claude he spoke the language of the Inuit and was our translator this was his life and he seemed to love the snow wilderness I spoke a lot with him and overtime we became friends and of course I was falling in love and he loved me too we set sail on an ocean of snow white love one night he invited me to his cabin in the woods I lost myself in a place of a thousand trees and in front of a blazing fire we found paradise my hair a flowing dark river streaming his voice music for my soul we knew that our love was doomed there was no promise between us for I would be leaving for the civilization soon back to the city life that I loved I could never see myself in this isolated place and I knew he did not belong in a city so we enjoyed our nights as star-crossed lovers dreading the end but knowing it was soon and the drums of time rolled we both decided that our love would end when I left there would be no long distance romance no letters and no communication ever we would become shadows on the wall of time I would never see him again when that day came it was so hard I left by a small aircraft it was not like there was an airport looking out the window my eyes swelled with tears he waved goodbye to me and turned away as clouds sailed across the snowy sky and that is the last time I saw him love is a guest that comes unbidden at times yet, I find a sweetness amid the dregs of the past where memories of him shake the ocean of my sleep and I know that I will never forget him, never for I keep him in a secret place within my heart he will always be that young northern wilderness guide with the beautiful voice and smile even when I am withered old
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