I have tried to forget you
on numerous days
and in numerous ways.
But you say invariably,
"I am yours, sincerely".
And I search yet again
for the vestigial chains
that bind you and me.
I think of you;
and your fascinated face
peeps artlessly through
the haze of a former age:
Oh! those inaugural, elegant days.
I look up.....
expectantly, readily.......
A hesitant keenness surges......
timidly, momentarily,
then bleeds away briskly, desolately
..........mortally.
Just a few relics abide:
Some frosty images
and evaporating voices,
......sobbing quietly
through the nasty silence
of the night.
