in his shadow

In His Shadow


We’re both 18 when we met, she was a promising
actress I, a trainee cook, we loved each other with
youthful if naive intensity, when her name appeared
in the papers, a shadow came between us. She had
many new friends whom, I sensed, looked down on
me, like I was too pedestrian for their arty world.

When her break came, as a leading lady in a movie,
the shadow deepened to a chasm, I was losing her
to the world of cinema. She promised to come back,
what else to say? I lied too said I would wait for my
famous Liv. Her face is coming into focus again now
since the great man, Ingmar Bergman has died.