Making love to your memory,
I watched her walk past
Blonde, eighteen and tan,
and this decade my last
A memory comes back,
as new feelings release
Of a field in September,
when our hearts were at peace
And I thought of you fondly,
as I watched her go by
I held the thought warmly,
and tried not to cry
Turning my head now to follow,
she passed to my left
My joint pain now hollow,
old passions bereft
But this memory won’t leave me,
as that summer you did
These thoughts now my own,
where you once did forbid
And as she steps through the doorway,
a fantasy unknown
I make love to her memory,
—with a wish now on loan
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)