Remembered

by Gloria Watts


If I could remember the day,
the when, the where we last met,
all so easy yesterday
with a picture framed and set

within my head, always there
available whenever wanted,
a picture kept, a memory fair
inside me forever haunted.

What happened, did it fade
built upon by more favourable
memories, until smothered it lay
to live no more, unable

to be found, your face,
that smile, happiness absent
for so long and now no trace,
oh could it but be mine.

Crazy old woman, so long ago
a love lost in time,
hidden deep in years past and no,
not drowned, for I find

at my very last breath
my dream restored, a love
returned, a love

remembered.


Copyright © 2010 by Gloria Watts

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