It is now two hours since I left you, <br />And the perfume of your hands is still on my hands. <br />And though since then <br />I have looked at the stars, walked in the cold blue streets, <br />And heard the dead leaves blowing over the ground <br />Under the trees, <br />I still remember the sound of your laughter. <br />How will it be, lady, when there is none left to remember you <br />Even as long as this? <br />Will the dust braid your hair?<br /><br />Conrad Potter Aiken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/improvisations-light-and-snow-06/
