We cannot touch

what we have left behind:

 

tears and years have fled

in drama. No regrets

 

‘’No regrets’’

 

She dips her head &

sighs!

 

A lie!

 

We cannot smell the scent

of yesterday, those summer’s

 

stretch behind like lace:

a dragonfly, a hummingbird

 

a beach of coral, so many

‘’You’’ & ‘’I’’ 

 

I try to listen to those years

a snatch of song, a young man’s

 

stride; a key in yielding lock

a whisper in the night.

 

We cannot see, what’s left behind

a solstice moon, a furtive fox

 

my dreams, where love comes back

to haunt me.  A photo in a frame,

 

those struggles to the death have

vanished now in peace.

 

Here time marks us with its stamp

so dearly won.

 

I cannot taste you now

a sherbet in the shade

 

a hint of salt

on waning wave

 

I cannot reach you now

but with these words

 

gently.