She languishes there among my memories <br /> <br />making fleeting and unexpected appearances; <br /> <br />cupid's arrows still flying true <br /> <br />to my heart stone; <br /> <br />before I can look to see <br /> <br />she is gone again, <br /> <br />mixing in perfectly among other opaque <br /> <br />things which live too inside my mind. <br /> <br />She would lay sometimes in full view <br /> <br />on her Cleopatra Sofa <br /> <br />almost it seemed <br />reachable <br /> <br />but no; <br /> <br />my extended mental hand <br /> <br />would reach <br />grasping only air <br /> <br />and she is gone again- <br /> <br />I'm sure after feasting <br />on that perfect cantaloupe <br /> <br />of my adoring glances. <br /> <br />She remains most times perfectly still <br /> <br />for all memory is perfectly still <br /> <br /> <br />and that is its curse-she never ages <br /> <br />in my mind over the many years since <br /> <br />I saw her last; <br /> <br />while I have. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The tragic irony here is <br /> <br />I have moved on and she remains <br /> <br />living there pristine <br /> <br />in that Memory World which I provide, <br /> <br />my gift to her. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Perhaps actually seeing her <br /> <br />would ruin things for she and I. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />So I will keep her in her perfect world; <br /> <br />it is the least I can do <br /> <br />for my Old Perfect Love <br /> <br />and hope too, that I <br />inhabit a similar place <br />in her mind.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-love/
