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.
Categories:
tawn, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, lossautumn,
Form: Sonnet