A Wish Now On Loan

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)