For Hermine
Daniel J. Wagner
[djw@gsinet.net]
A lock of hair that brushed my cheek
so like a passing breeze,
now a fading memory,
too intangible to seize.
Your lilting laugh? It echoes still
through every passing year.
It's haunting note, so bitter-sweet,
and yet I hold it dear.
To gently kiss those lips again --
a wish? No, more a dream.
Those that were as beautiful
as I had ever seen.
The sheets beside me, once so warm,
now grow so very cold.
How once they framed a graceful nape
I'll never again behold.
To simply say I loved you?
Inadequate... surreal!
What words could truly dignify
the anguish that I feel?
May day pass quickly into day,
I dread the coming night,
which bears somber recollection
while robbing me of sight.
A lock of hair that brushed my cheek
so like a passing breeze,
now a fading memory,
too intangible to seize.
© 1997 Daniel J. Wagner, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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This poem was written in memory of my one true love, gone, but not
forgotten. Since she left, over four years ago, I have found neither will
nor reason to pursue another. She might have taken with her a large portion
of my soul, but my memories are my own.
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