Tryst Could it be?Surely notAfter a lifetimeof travelers passing byWas it stillin the same spot?It was worth a try In the crevasseDown belowA keepsakemarking the dayA token of loveleft there long agoBuried under the clay With determination it was recoveredInvoking feelingslong forgottenLost in thoughtsRecollections stirredAll wrapped up in cotton He had never returnedShe was now certainTheir trysta faded memoryFacesContinue reading “Tryst”