How abstract time is, <br />yet it ages me… <br />and her. <br />Wonder what she looks <br />like now? <br /> <br />Her name, <br />my dearest love, <br />is the only one <br />I remember now. <br />loves since, were <br />only an attempt <br />to recapture <br />the lost. <br /> <br />When moon <br />is full <br />I wonder <br />why this, <br />your hold on <br />my affection. <br />never eases <br /> <br />Today I wrote <br />your name <br />on a mound <br />of sand <br />when it struck <br />my feeble mind <br />that you must <br />be dead, <br />since I wrote <br />your name on <br />a mound that <br />looked like <br />a filled in grave.<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-name-3/
