I\'m afraid to lose my myriad memories
of you. Half asleep, I watched you
in darkness dressing to leave me.
Seeing you in the act of creation
like a vision. Fingers in tangled dark hair,
agonising over each wilful word.
Your eyes on me as I undressed,
smiling at some secret you hadn\'t shared
yet. Basking in your warming glow
like embers from a fraught fire long fizzled.
Your eyes radiantly aglow,
avoiding mine in case I saw into your soul.
Your head against my chest,
your struggle to let go,
your bravado concealing something I didn\'t yet know.
Your flowers, poems, wine, romance,
your words spoken in flirty French
I didn\'t understand. Too late to learn.
Too late to go back and live you once more.
I\'m afraid to lose my myriad memories
of you.