I sorely wish I could forget you, dear
Then how easy would be this bird’s ascent
And those memories from our yesteryear
Would go the way so many others went
The photographs, which are yellowing now,
Gathering stony dust in vaults of steel;
The letters, which spoke the eternal vow
Now seem so comical, and so unreal;
The songs we sang on icy winter nights;
The love we shared when we stole the chances;
The movies we saw under city lights;
Even memories of unshared dances
I dread them all, and still, I keep them near
Which is why, again, I’m your slave this year

09/06/2011