Bittersweet Novembers and Choices....

Jaco's November
(for Costa Rica)

I wonder if she knows I miss her...
My life time of Novembers
will never be the same.
I long for our late night smiles,
and conversations,
laced
with mutual adulation.
Coupled, with her laughter.
Her laughter filled the chasms
and voids in my mind.
She, the only journey
I knew
or dared venture.
She ...
Simply, fulfilled me.
And I wonder.
I wonder if she knows,
if.
If, I could do it all over again,
I'd paint pictures in her undertones.
Use the reds, browns, and blues
to paint forever.
All the while, dancing
lightly through her base notes…
Yet.
Two years later...
I've aged more than my days.
My feet are heavy.
I am blinded.
I’ve grown deaf..
Despite the recognition of sound,
it’s truly her, I long to hear.
Now, as another November approaches.
I wonder,
I wonder if she knows
I am awakened with the scent of her.
The fragrance of her sweet memory.
Her heart notes…
continue to beat eurythimically.
Tingling my nose
reminding me of
gardenias, ginger and orange flowers.
And I long to embrace the
haunting silhouette of her presence.
The darkened emptiness remains.
She, is not there.
I am left wanting
and weighed;
with the consequence of my choice
and I wonder.
I wonder if she knows that I’m thinking of her.
And that if I could..
I'd do more than just,
wonder...

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