Jan Hansen Poet ABC

forgotten faces

Forgotten faces

We only get one summer to remember,
The rest blurs into a haze.
This one had lasted long, and the girl
I lived across the river, a beautiful little stream
that serenely floated down to meet its doom.
September, still summer though I knocked, a neighbour came, said she had gone abroad, a Dane.
Unseemly haste! I smiled, shrugged my shoulders,
women! And I suffered the longest night.
Daybreak brought a chill; dark clouds congregated it rained.
Years later, I was in a bar in Copenhagen, an older woman with
too much makeup
on her haggard face, but those eyes, a memory stirred.
Her hands shook when pouring beer into my glass,
long nights, she said, and swiftly left, and a younger woman
took her place.
I left too,
outside, I looked up and saw
the curtain on the first-floor move;
those eyes.
I had seen them before but refused to remember.

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