Hoping she is happy

18 Jan

The Great Poet by Jack Vettriano

He does not think of her often.

She would be disappointed if she knew how little.

Yet today, listening to a song on his iPhone while the white, cold, snowy English countryside is gliding past the train window, the past touches him.

The music reminds him of those now forever-lost days when they shared their lives.  When they pressed themselves close together in the candlelight of friendly restaurants, when they cooked ambitious meals in the intimate warmth of her beautiful apartment, when they curled up on the sofa and watched the late night news.

He remembers the concerts, the perfection of together, lost in the moment.  He remembers the wine tasting, the galleries, the short holiday by the rain-swept coast, the glorious, silent journey across her city in the wicker basket hanging from a soaring balloon.

He remembers the ropes, the whip, the leather cuffs, the blindfold, the toys.  The candle wax, the ice, the plugs, the pegs, her dancing naked for him, her eyes locked and lost in his.

He remembers waking next to her, her gorgeous, natural scent, the bending of her warm body into his, burying his face in her tousled hair and cupping her sweet breasts in his hands.

Her nipples still sleepy, yet stirring against his palms.

The song changes.  The memory is lost to the bleached English countryside.

He smiles.

He hopes she is happy.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano


Posted by on January 18, 2013 in Lovers Past


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40 responses to “Hoping she is happy

  1. filledandfooled

    January 18, 2013 at 9:05 pm



  2. Andaluza

    January 18, 2013 at 9:12 pm

    I like!


  3. SassyTwatter

    January 18, 2013 at 9:27 pm

    You paint such a vivid picture with your words. Beautiful way to think of a past love by being reminded but yet painful.


  4. mlbk7

    January 18, 2013 at 9:34 pm

    Dear Sir
    i understand you may have a position available for a sub. When you choose to fill it, please put me on your waiting list. I would like to apply for the job.
    Kindest Regards,


  5. sharronkelley

    January 18, 2013 at 9:36 pm

    No matter how happy she may be….I would guess that she probably has a touch of melancholy that will stay with her after having had such experiences and lost them.


    • Romantic Dominant

      January 18, 2013 at 10:46 pm

      Perhaps a touch. But I truly hope not. The past does not have to be painful


  6. Ethan

    January 18, 2013 at 9:41 pm

    Great post.


  7. bcrcrider

    January 18, 2013 at 10:29 pm

    Fantastic photo . . . lovely remembrance . . . well-written piece.


  8. cjriordan

    January 18, 2013 at 11:18 pm

    Really wonderful poem. I did not feel the melancholy someone above mentioned, just the wistfulness of the memory. Beautiful imagery. You brought my own memory of someone rushing back. Thank you!


    • Romantic Dominant

      January 19, 2013 at 12:38 pm

      It is me who should thank you for reading and commenting, and so I will


  9. thesacredroad

    January 18, 2013 at 11:47 pm

    we meet people in life and hope to have made some indelible mark upon their lives. for a rare few, we can touch them as they so deeply touch us – and while time, circumstance, fate take control, we are comforted in the fact that somewhere deep and hidden we have given joy, comfort, pleasure, love. it is beautiful that though fleeting, you can remember a time with fondness and look back with perspective and well wishes. beautiful. xo


  10. copiousveracity

    January 19, 2013 at 12:15 am

    My heart both sinks and jumps for this. I truly admire you and your art.


  11. Kayla Lords

    January 19, 2013 at 12:49 am

    Sweetly sad…or sadly sweet…


  12. Little K.

    January 19, 2013 at 1:08 am

    Always something, that stirs someone, somewhere. Lovely as ever.
    The best of days, Sir.


  13. Isabella

    January 19, 2013 at 1:18 am

    Treasure…is what comes to mind…as I read this….beautiful and rare at that.


  14. pivoine68

    January 19, 2013 at 5:30 am

    It’s funny how a person can be such an important part of ones life and then years later, all that is left is just a wish of well being. Beautifully written and I am happy to see that Jack is back!



  15. yi-ching lin

    January 19, 2013 at 7:06 pm

    years ago, they brought
    in a rug to cover up
    the fact that he does not
    think of her often. it was
    dispensing disappointment
    like an old jukebox that
    has been with someone
    for too long. don’t scoff, it
    actually worked until last night


  16. proportionsinlife

    January 19, 2013 at 9:57 pm

    This post resonates with my story. I am hoping he is happy (although admittedly I think about him all the time….)
    Beautiful and powerful post.
    Life is good.


    • Romantic Dominant

      January 20, 2013 at 12:03 am

      You are right. Life is good. I don’t forget that too often. I am glad it resonated


  17. ogonisira

    January 21, 2013 at 12:42 pm

    What more can I say? I love your posts, you have a new follower 🙂


  18. Evelyn

    January 21, 2013 at 5:19 pm

    this may sound egotistical, like I had any part of this relationship, but I cant even allow myself to think of Jenny. I’m not mature enough to not be sad, I miss the happily ever after. Im sorry 😦


    • Romantic Dominant

      January 21, 2013 at 6:41 pm

      There is a happily ever after. She is happy. I am happy. Just not together.
      Perhaps not a fairy story, but still a good outcome. Smiles.



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