Sometime

Sometimes, when I least expect it
Your taste comes into my mouth
I stop for a second to take you in one more time

Sometimes, more often (usually while I watch TV)
I can hear your voice again
And the tears come out of me because I want you to talk to me

And, most often, it is your memory
Your eyes and mouth, the way you looked
That comes before my eyes

Then I wonder where you are
If I’d find you
If you’ve moved on in the world

We were both away from home when we met
So I could never know where you go
Outside the beachside Roman town

And I wish I could tell them they were wrong
That we’re not over each other
That you cared enough


March, 2008