In the Comfort of Your Memory

Because of you I will engage In a futile, vain attempt, To put in words upon this page What loving you has meant. Through miles between unmeasured And the boundaries of time, You’ve been my greatest treasure In the back roads of my mind. Since we were young and so unyielding And impatient to hold on, To what we both were feeling That eternal, behemoth bond. That comes but once a lifetime And ends but never more, Not every verse ends up in rhyme Nor fairness even scored. Somehow we turned one winter night With neither one suspecting, Cold winds cutting like a knife And destines bisecting. Into the snow and ice I steered Off to find my soul, All the while you cried your tears For a love that lost its hold. Though that’s a lie in waiting If true love exists at all, These words are well worth stating: I still can hear your call. Late at night with moon and stars And comets flying by, And morning when I think how far’s The separation between you and I. Not knowing if I’ll ever see Your smiling face again, Like a gentle breeze I feel set free In the comfort of your memory, dear friend.