Erasing All Trace of Elaine

It’s true, I have forgotten you, Elaine, Utterly, as leaves when leaving summer trees Die unremembering, as they coast along the breeze Toward autumn ground. No souvenirs remain. Blurred images efface and fade. I cannot see your plain White dress, bedecked with flowered fineries: Poppies…yellow, orange, with Death-dark centers. Please Believe my love’s dissolved, drowned in Fall’s grey rain. Through dimming years I’ll rarely, any more View you in my imaginings. Your summer-tinted hair Of golden tawn recedes. My lust cannot recall Your criminally-carnal figure, or Your rose-flushed mouth. Romance lies in Death’s lair. In autumn’s pall, I have forgotten all.