Do You Remember?

The old and long gone past,
Encased in the time we knew,
The pictures that hung on the walls,
The random bric-a-brac that scattered,
As if thrown into place,
An attempt at decoration,
Within that crumbling house, do you remember?

My memories of that home,
You haunt all the stills I have,
With every reflection I treat myself to,
Your eyes sing back to me,
The nervous smile you furnished,
That often uncertain voice you cast,
Without your vision, what makes it a memory?

That inanimate shell,
A meeting place for all gone aquintance,
As with all the place we remember,
Nothing but stone without those to warm it,
You warm it well,
As you always did,
In those of past years.

I am glad of your good and holy posession,
Your subtle and as then imaginary touch,
Safe in my knowledge that if you should depart our today,
You remain for all time in my black and white vision,
You don’t have to go, you never left my sweet

1999