I REMEMBER YOU

Listening to that lonely violin, looking out my window and seeing the beautiful blue sky in this bright winter day, I hold my pen in mid-sentence and I remember you. So many years have gone by, so many regrets enveloped in my cowardice of letting you go. I always remember you just as you never forget me; me, here, with an empty career as my reward for walking away and you with your family so far away remembering the last embrace with the sudden wind of a passing train. So I listen to this song, Procol Harum's "A Whiter Shade of Pale", and time and again I return to that day and my mind wanders off with the lyrics for about six or seven minutes and then I resume my writing and arm myself with a smile to see the next patient. Many blessings to you, wherever you are at this moment.