Employing the mantra of “So near, yet so far”, I promised myself that I would Do us the courtesy Of not remembering And I hate to say it, but I’ve failed As the days became weeks, a year Five years Ten years, and then fifteen And I know that you may be Somewhere north of remembering Anything at all But I have to confess that the only thing I remember Is all of it With one eye through a lens coloured rose The other through the rather undignified lens of hindsight I am led to recall that in all of the love and magic that we made, I could have done so much more Than I did I remember coming and sitting across from you when you were alone I remember the first time I opened my car door For you, to get inside I remember your smile, your hands You tiny little elfin boots I remember your whole body Completely enveloped by the right half of mine Whilst lying on your bed together On a snowy afternoon in February What was it about your hair that it never needed a brush but only a few free fingers? And what was it about your charm that you didn’t need to speak so much as a single word to me? I also remember that look in your eyes, so long ago That said, desperately, “Don’t do this, not now, don’t leave me here” And I wondered just then, And so many times since Whether the right choice Could ever be attained.
