Unquietnesses

 

Tenderness echoes all over me,

All the things we experienced

Stolen or forgotten, we feel

The feeling but not the thing itself.

 

 

Memories of you naked and happy,

Which of you I cannot say anymore,

Considering how beautiful you were,

How good love was, superb coming.

 

 

I remember you entirely, it’s that touch

That is lost over the myriad of mind paths

How how wish to remember you all,

Each little thing that has made us a pair.

 

Taciturnities as symptoms that life isn’t fair.

 

Most of the gay days are later very though to bear.