04 Feb


You mailed to say you still miss me.

It was unexpected.  Out of the blue.

I imagined you frowning slightly as you typed out the words with your quick fingers, the soft click and clatter of your nails on the keyboard.  I saw you tucking a stray lock of silky dark brown hair behind your ear, the jewellery I bought you glittering in the lobe.

I recalled the perfect skin of your elegant throat.

I tried to remember your eyes.

I loved you.  So much.

But time, distance, and the shadows of another, have blurred all those once certain edges.

It has taken me three days to reply,



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano





Posted by on February 4, 2013 in Lovers Past, Still Life


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25 responses to “Reply

  1. thesacredroad

    February 4, 2013 at 11:06 pm

    may your pen never stray far from your fingers. lovely. absolutely lovely, as always. x


  2. silvienoire

    February 4, 2013 at 11:25 pm

    ” I tried to remember your eyes.” lovely!!!


  3. emmylgant

    February 5, 2013 at 1:37 am

    Hmmm. The last line is so richly loaded with meaning. Ah the power of what is not said! Well done.


  4. mlbk7

    February 5, 2013 at 2:28 am

    Only to admire …pure and chaste from afar. You make it sound like lyrics from a song; beautiful and romantic.


  5. D.

    February 5, 2013 at 6:30 am

    Fickle you.


  6. Miss Tiff Eying

    February 5, 2013 at 12:58 pm

    I want my jewellery to glitter in my love… Just lovely Sir…


    • Miss Tiff Eying

      February 5, 2013 at 12:59 pm

      Grrrrr… Lobe even…. Although love is what you invoke…


  7. ktz2

    February 5, 2013 at 10:01 pm

    Don’t we always think we will always feel this way. . every new instance . then after such passage of time, it’s hard to remember just what it was. Sometimes that may turn out to be a good thing. . or such a sadness. . .


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 5, 2013 at 10:17 pm

      Always sadness at something lost. And yet not the heart wrenching pain of those first blinding days and weeks. And maybe months and years.


  8. Butterfly Joy

    February 6, 2013 at 3:21 am

    sighed reading the last line, as the mixed feelings during those “three days” moments resurfaced from my memories too.
    Love your words Mr. Romantic Dominant


  9. janetebarbosa

    February 6, 2013 at 8:36 am

    Don’t you just hate it when they do that and all you want is to forget???


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 6, 2013 at 8:58 am

      When one has gone through and survived the loss of their amputation it is a not a welcome reminder of how it was once.
      Thanks for your comment


  10. janineyork

    February 6, 2013 at 9:34 pm

    Beautiful words. The past is always sweeter when we paint it from our memories. I am just amputating someone from mine, and it is a memory I should have left where it belonged, long scarred over and behind me. Heed these words, it is good to remember, not to revisit.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 6, 2013 at 9:50 pm

      In a case of strange synchronicity I was in the process of posting Echoes.
      Thank you for your advice however – it is wise


  11. hayleystansfield

    February 7, 2013 at 10:10 pm

    Your images fit, very sultry.


  12. Emma Marie

    February 10, 2013 at 6:09 pm

    Beautiful piece of writing and very relatable x



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