Put Aside

You fall out of an old paperback, of a sudden, a recollection gazing back into my eyes. An image of a past love, a love not lost, but only misplaced, flutters now in faded Kodachrome. I wonder if you hide in any more of my yet unread books, or perhaps someone else yet another, put aside memory, of this brief affair we all must live through. Jean, yes you are from Tasmania. Jean or Joan. Again, I wonder, if you ever came across a misplaced picture of a younger me? A face in a book put aside decades ago - a photo falling out of a travel guide perhaps, an edition long out of print. Was I Eric or Eddy?