Magri Maa is a small village

Not far from Fort William

I used to holiday there

With my distant parents

 

I visited Magri Maa

A few weeks ago

As I was in Scotland

To attend a funeral

 

It seemed much smaller

But little else had changed

I even found a rusty penknife

That I had hidden in a dry stone wall

 

The Black Crow Also Sings 

Was still run by the same family

But they did not remember me

Which I found strangely comforting

 

On my last day there

I met Jean Lamour

A childhood friend

At a humble jumble sale

 

She had not really changed

But seemed a little less exotic

We shared stories of time passing

And kissed outside her school

 

This was an embrace

Of the long lost years

And nothing else

We were lovers but not in love

 

We agreed to correspond frequently

Even though we both had partners

Many years had passed since our childhood

And we were greedy for this opportunity