Oh, my love, though I knew my memories

Would not forever stay, I held on—

I promise you, I held for on as long as I could.

The somber nights filled with flooded eyes

And blue lips are still fresh in my mind.

But you yourself are not, because

Try as I might, the inevitable happened—

Away you slipped with each breath I drew.

Still, every so often, you return to my thoughts

Like a flurry of snowflakes tumbling

From the ominous wintry sky.

Now is one of those precious moments

During which you invade my thoughts.

And, therefore, alone I lie,

With shameful flushed cheeks and closed eyes—

And I think of nothing but you,

And breathe, and sigh, and remember.