What was once thought lost,

Is now a moment’s memory that moves me.

The way you walked toward me,

With the kindling of a fading day behind you.

Memories of excited hello’s…

Torturous to anticipate.

At last,

The Embrace.

Shaking for lost time,

Fearful of the release.

Iceberg air,

Torched.

Give up on the grip,

Now our lives have fled current.

Spinning…

No more speaking for speech,

No more breathing.

Lost… Lost… Lost…

In the memory of the eyes behind me.

You felt so real.

You are gone,

Again.

Memories of dreaded goodbye’s…

Torturous to anticipate.

Do not let go of said grip,

It is not time.

Please do not say goodbye this time,

It would be a lie.

We will be together,

On top of the world forever.

etta 2008