Some Things Should Not be Forgot
Do you remember
those perfect
small unbroken circles
Lightly traced
back on back
like a figure of eight …
It was then
While wrapped in the
hug
of his silhouette
She could forget
For a moment about
Dylan,
blue robin eggs
and of course
those famous French
cigarettes …
Yes, at least for a while,
she maybe just could
After all,
it was only the husk
of her shadow
that was filled with
regret …
But nevertheless,
she still forced a smile
at a glimpse
of the sheen on a fledgling
wheatears cheek …
Hey, someone asked
in a black tie
and frock-coat
Had you ever seen eyes
quite so wisteria blue,
or for that matter
shoulders so bronzed
and so strong
they all chorused …
But by then, the moment
had past,
She had gone to pay homage
and respect
to a memory for which
she still held a glow …
Although to this day
the shadow it cast
followed on in her wake
like an old smitten craft
rowed home, but ever so slow …