Tags
loss, love, memories, past, separation
Many thanks for publishing my drabble. 🙂
I wish I could forget, but I can’t. I’ve rewound the tape, it’s on repeat. The island, the beach and the sun. The cities, the dinners, the fun. The cottage, our love and the river. Me sick with flu, you and your tennis elbow.
The Far East, the last of the colonials and the tropical storms. The first Walkman, the automatic camera.
My town, your town, and the path that brought us together, for a while, then split. Did I understand? No. Did you? I hope so.
I’m writing about love. I have no other reference. So I indulge.
Sebnem E. Sanders is a native of Istanbul, Turkey. Her work has appeared on the Harper Collins Authonomy Blog, Sick Lit Magazine, Twisted Sister Lit Mag, and Spelkfiction.
