Man with gray mountains behind him in profile gestures to a dry and barren land,
his hands spaced apart to indicate a thought to convey.
His white long sleeved shirt loosely draping those shoulders I remember.
Those hands from so long ago reached for me.
Barren land so far away.
Profile forever frozen in time; I never lost that love I had felt so long ago.
Memory like dust in that barren landscape catches in his throat.
Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews
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