by Dennis McHale

“Echoes Across Time”

She was my first love
Beautiful, tall and fragile
Everything I know of love
She taught me.

I lost myself within her
beauty and was too often
drunk with her laughter.
She loved me.

I dreamt of her nightly
and I awoke each day
with visions of her smile.
She held me.

We held hands and with
each touch, my knees went weak;
The essence of her
flowed through me like water.
She enchanted me.

Then one cruel day,
she left me.
No word, no reason, no clue.
I was lost and confused.
She hurt me.