A Passing Fancy

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

When I first met you we vibed
We communicated with our eyes
We came to a mutual agreement in our needs
An so we completed the wanton deed

Soon we discovered that we were not right
We turned our attention to others however slight
Yes we went our separate ways
Just a passing fancy some say

Further in life our roads met again
We hit it off as if it were destined to begin
We laughed played
Shared and were amazed

At how quick we reunited
That love we did not believe we could fight it
So as they shook their heads
Our passing fancy again was dead

But now on vacation from our lives
We wandered and confused others with our lies
We sank so low in our hearts
The parting of our love tore us apart

They set it up oh but good
As I walked one day in memory through the woods
You shuffled up by my side
With a sly look and a weak hi

I was just so glad for you to see
Until I could not explain what was happening to me
Your eyes sparkled and your face glowed
Again our passing fancy flowed

Now 40 years later with you on the couch
Me on the floor, the children gone from the house
I think to myself what we almost missed my friend
And I thank god for this union that will never end