I wish I could remember the day we met
Was it Summer or Winter when I first felt your touch on my hand?
Did we embrace as the blossoms fell around us,
or was it melted snow, wet under our feet?
The day lies unrecorded and as we grow older,
I can feel the memory slipping away,
so dim I must squint my eyes to even
remember your face.
And as I lie, aged and alone and withering, I reach for you,
but your shadow flees,
leaving my mind
without a trace.