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