A Poem a Day (58): In the time that we were thus

If we dance here a while in waiting

Remembrance may come a-baiting

I’ll trace a line in this fallen snow

Tie a pink ribbon into the neatest bow

Wrap my fingers in and simply twist

As the begging bough begins to list

I remember this

In the time that we were thus

In the making I am one

Of this memory I am done

Do you falter between walking

Blissfully ignore me while I’m talking?

I wish upon a single scented rose

Though mentioning it I suppose

You might remember this

In the time that we were thus

A cloud of passion in the air

Dare to ever stop and stare

As I post you the cheekiest smile?

Ever stop to wonder a while

How I am ever almost so near?

Is it intimacy you most fear?

Will I always remember this

In the time that we were thus?

Are you slowly cottoning on

Or should I say I am finally done

With love, this idle stupid thing?

Of sanity I can never hope to win

In an endless search for perfection

Amidst this moral dereliction

May you remember this

In the time that we were thus

So I shall go on my idle way

Without a hint of I might stay

Yet I fathom not a blink from you

Though I never doubted you true

Tomorrow stretches out its hand

And upon my two feet I shall land

I may not always remember this

In the time that we were thus

copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 12, 2014.