Kurt Philip Behm

Eavesdropping On Myself

A memory climbed out of the dark,

as I listened to the words of a new love song

 

Taking me back to where feelings were strong,

beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream

 

Remembering again, a last ember still burns,

and its light rewarms my heart

 

Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face

—as the past is born again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)