I still remember you vivid
as coloured images fractured
from a time of youthful love
when so much seemed possible
but not you–you with your
blond hair long and rare
eyes mythical that trapped me,
but you sleeked away,
as you always did so well,
elusive as the mist before sun-up,
here with you aching, but you were
not there in this time when
all seemed so urgent and desire
was a child just ready to walk.

 

5/10/2025