When North met South.... a love story

I think  fell in love with her
the first time that I saw her.
She was beyond ordinary old me
of course.
She was way too young
and too much alive for me.
But she didn’t seem to mind.
She was dancing on a table in the bar
In her carefree way unaware of the crowd

We sat and drank wine together
Way too much wine.

Like standing in the path of a hurricane
I was helpless had no defenses
or anywhere to move.

We were really opposites
like the poles of magnets
we had no resistance
to the north south attraction

I slammed into her like a train.
I think this was the most alive
I ever felt before or since.
Do lights that burn this brightly
always burn out so quickly?

Being older
I always thought I would go first.
Even now after all these years
I still dream of her smile..
She always knew
the perfect thing to say
when I was happy sad
or often broken.

How was it
she always made
me feel so young?

There have been other
imposters over the years.
I have acted out the practiced
movements of love.w with them.

But when the evening light faded
And I was alone in my bed.
It was always you honey.
You were the only one
who knew how to fix me.