Golden Summer Girl

Memories like broken arrows
ricocheting from my inner walls.
Can they summon up some reaction?
Emotional or otherwise

Or is the feeling gone?
Given way to neutral ignorance?
Then they just fade away.
At least they tried
to summon up old images
of golden girls and summers long gone.
Bottled evenings.

Sitting with her on the bench at the fire in the garden.
The lasts guests just left the party.
“Do you want to come with me?” asked the golden smile.

Two moments of hesitation.
Two moments too much.
Jumped into the future, invited her to dinner.
But she never came.
It was just that moment.

A broken arrow found its home.