34 Years Deep

Your face

the city

that place

the lee

the levee

to be

 

 

Feelings pure

Hearts demure

Words endure

So unsure

 

 

Voices cleft

Glances deft

Hands mime

Lost time

 

 

Just touch

light clutch

Says much

Shows such

 

 

Simple thoughts

Nothing fraught

Nothing sought

Nothing ought

 

 

Memories hold

Moments stole

Minds unfold

Much untold

 

 

But end

round bend

empty hand

absent friend

 

 

No bane

No wane

Here again

Dull pain