They headed down the valley

With their wine and picnic lunch.

The periwinkles blooming

They gathered by the bunch.

Happily remembering

The times that they had spent

As children, in the old ravine

Inside a makeshift tent.

With jam and jelly sandwiches

They’d huddled from the rain

And hoped that in the days to come

They’d be there, once again.

Soon they would be parted, though

Still children, and they wept.

They’d always been the only ones

Whose promises were kept.

Two decades passed, the wheel had turned

They never did forget.

And often looked within their hearts

Without the least regret.

Close unto this very summer

He thought of her once more

And prayed that he would find her

As lonely as before.

A fairytale friendship

Remembered o’er the years

Had sent him on this errand.

He’d not forget their tears.

Now he was a grown man

And thought she must be married.

Indelible the memory was

That in his mind he carried.

Back to their old school he went

To ask where she had gone,

But none knew of her whereabouts.

They said that she’d moved on.

To where? To where? Please name the town!

He cried, then someone spoke.

The old and grizzled janitor

Whose memory then awoke.

Away now, with the precious answer

He went with all good speed,

And sought her out, for days it was

He’d not paid any heed

The search had finally led him

To a dark and dingy bar.

She’d worked there as a waitress.

T’was said she had a scar.

And that was how he found her.

He would not have recognized

Her face, so drawn and haggard

But still, she mesmerized.

She waited on his table. He touched her hand and said

“Lissa, do you know me?”

She slowly shook her head

He spoke his name, and handed her

A jam and jelly sandwich

Her eyes grew wide, and then she cried

O’er the scars that marked her damage.

A man she’d met and stayed with

(She was so all alone)

Had used her as his punching bag

And cut her to the bone.

Remembering the long ago

And the tent in the ravine

Her heart within her melted

And they quit the ugly scene.

To his own, he took her

And let her rest in bed

He waited on her day and night

And caressed her weary head

Whole had she become now

And when this day had dawned

They went to pick the periwinkles

Of which she was so fond.


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