Never Forgotten

When last you spoke to me, “You don’t have the right to ask”; Your calm revulsion seemed complete Nothing left to unmask. And as I took my leave, Heartfelt words left unspoken, Tears did stain my cheeks, Making plain whose heart was broken. I remember when you asked, “Are you ashamed of me?” You could not know how very far From truth that thought could be. An attractive woman, so accomplished; Character and maturity beyond your years. Twenty-five and still just a boy, My love for you was fraught with fears. Fresh from the atrocities of war, Aims and talents still disguised. Nothing to offer to fulfill a love. Of the two of us, you were the only prize. So, I succumbed to my fears, Gave in to youthful pride; Then told you I loved another, But tell you now…I lied. Afraid you might one day Rue any love for me, I did what I thought best for you, Chose not to let it be. So long, I drifted aimlessly Without direction, in distress; But hoped life was good to you, Bringing fulfillment and happiness. Now, forty years gone by, As I walk through life’s November, This old heart needs you to know, Even if you don’t remember. But should you now recall those moments, I know there’s little you can say; But please don’t think me too pathetic. A little guilt has come a long, long way. I loved you so; and never, not for a single day, have I forgotten you.