Miss Remembering

There are some of you I know who think that I’ve forgotten, my first kiss, or even my first kiss with you (in love’s soft hopeful beckoning). So I’m writing this to soften blow to those who think me perhaps rotten, that our last kiss whispered someone new. We are older now and my best hope is that you’ve found true love who’s even more than you deserve (in your own reckoning). It’s true there’s mean but also dope- iness which youngsters know much of when life throws them a curve. I’d like to think that love might be even better now if we could meet again for the first time on some lover’s stage (though I would not “do-over” what we had). My heart was not the same after alchemy revealed to both of us the golden chain that bonds us still who struggle with its page. I’d like to think our golden link adds value to the love you give now to man who shares your heart (for gold misspent’s still pure like Galahad), a ‘living’ water that we drink to thirst no more and to forgive life’s flavors that were once too tart. And may you live and die in peace sweet Miss and miss me too at times when society lacks songs or words (and poet’s message sounds absurd). Sing yesterday’s lost masterpiece, and never once forget the rhymes when poems of mine were not cowards. Let gold that glistens always shine, if mustard seeds are all we grow such faith can even mountains move, (your prayers for love uncensored). God’s love for you, my Valentine, injustice where, to overthrow, or real sadness that you can’t remove? Brian Johnston July 11, 2015 Poet’s Notes: This is kind of a sad poem for me, for it basically says "Here I am, a man who loves you as much as he knows how, hoping against hope that it is enough and that you can love me too, even knowing my love will perhaps never make you feel completely safe. And yet though I need you as I do and want you in every way, the poem affirms that I trust YOU with your own life, that you do not need me to rescue you, and that our love will survive in spite of the odds against it, in God's will.