06 March 2016

Memories of You Always Begin with a Smile

By Bud Koenemund

For "Her."

Memories of you always begin
With a smile; thoughts springing forth to curve
My lips: your laugh; whispers; treason kindled
In the dark; brown eyes; that Clapton song still serves.
For a moment – beautiful, though fleeting –
I see your face, and recall the joy of
First sight; offering my heart, not heeding
The warnings given – a fool blind in love.
Sadly, this pleasure cannot live without
Anguish, and gossamer visions spoil
As what might have been, but never was, routs
These daydreams, leaving affection soiled.
   Remembrance endures, the more torment mine,
   For time has yet to purge you from my mind.