After All These Years
I cannot recall your name,
yet I remember the warmth of your hand
as you held mine, and the way the moon illuminated
the cobblestones as we walked along main street
that first summer night in '75.
I cannot recall your face,
yet I remembered the crook of your grin and the sparkle
of your eyes as you looked down on me, and the coziness
of our old bed in the rented studio near the center of town
that carefree summer of 75.
I cannot recall your voice,
but I remember the plans you made to go and not stay,
and how the downtown fountain gurgled and splashed
and seemed to whisper and sigh so long after your goodbye
that last summer night in '75.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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