This begins my Valentine Trilogy. Each part will feature a stanza of “I’ll Remember You” – by Bob Dylan. The magical, mystical words of the legendary poet/lyricist have captured me.
I’ll remember you
When I’ve forgotten all the rest
You to me were true
You to me were the best
When there is no more
You cut to the core
Quicker than anyone I knew
When I’m all alone
In the great unknown
I’ll remember you.
~ Bob Dylan
The splendor of these words were my inspiration for this trilogy blog. For I was reminded of yesteryear and those magnificent women who have traversed my life. This includes memorable friendships, as well as the rendezvous of intimacy and of goodbyes. Although some highways have parted permanently; many others have been resurfaced throughout the years. All are stories of love.
Gentle memories of the past make their way through the currents of our being. We sway, tilt, swerve, elude, and scurry to where we must be. Predictions never unfold our futures. Tomorrow is a guessing game. Certitude is that raw collectible moment of now.
Those leaving our area of life might move away, run away, or stealthily redirect. Nearly everyone experiences loss at one time or another. Events are terminated, exchanged for different jobs, locations, or situations. People – family, friends, acquaintances, and lovers – are disbursed toward their destinies.
We are left behind by those with whom we’ve gathered near – loved. We’ve felt the estrangement in many ways: abandonment, replacement, and loss. Horizons have recast us all. The days of pertinent people are rewoven as yesterday discards them from our lives. Others coast slowly away because they must. There is an overriding commitment – an obligatory reason.
Reunions also differ. Some partings have left only skimpy memories. Others create indecipherable aches in which we realize how sad parting is. As if there is a missing wanderer who has not been beside us, the trail is emptier. And inside, inherent knowledge announces that there should have been two on that path.
Our eras become provisional fate where romance is concerned. The mind continues to be drenched in remembrances. Questions forever arise that invite a longing. We desire one more lustral flare to be held up for another glance at possibility.
Years later, many friendships reunite on a soft landing, and become relevant and joyful. Years simply are picked up like fine embroidery, and the stitching continues. Many of those have become a treasured luminosity within my heart.
When the love is deep, secure, and resiliency is everlasting – the heart-print remains completely intact. Indelibly bonded, with time having intensified its clasp – it endures.
I find complete amazement as to how one gets from dot-to-dot as we are slid across life’s game board. The lyrics of Bob Dylan’s “I’ll Remember You” recently set in place my game’s contest rules with precision, elegance, and truth:
You to me were true…
I wish you all a Happy and Loving Valentine’s Month. And I hope you’ll catch my next two Valentine installments – Part 2: At the End of the Trail, and Part 3: It was You who Understood. They will be published in the next week and a half.
Copyright: Kieran York
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I am torn between which kind of person I prefer, those who love, those who are love, those who feel love, those who share love, those who understand love, those who seek love, or those who write about love so others can experience the joy of love. You fit the bill. Darned if you’re not the entire menu.
Marguerite, my friend, coming from you that is very high praise. I consider you the newly minted grande dame of blogs! My thanks to you, and please keep your wisdom, wit and words coming.
“Years are picked up like fine embroidery…” what a wonderful phrase. I’ve recently reconnected with a friend from my past and it is the perfect phrase to describe that reunion. I shall share that with her. Thank you so much for another lyrical piece. I look forward to the future installments.
Thank you, Mary Anne. And I’m happy to hear about the reconnect. Life dispenses so many great surprises. You deserve all the greatest of them. Hugs, my friend.
As always simply beautiful. You know I still grieve for my “Molly”. Your words inspire me to
hope. I anxiously await the next two segments. Hugs.
Barbara, thank you for your kind words. Return hugs, my friend.
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