rebmasters

Gone

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.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.