1917 - 2009
LOST IN TIME
Should I forget my name - and yours - and shuffle, groping, speechless through corridors half seen, my search will not be aimless nor my mind quite empty. My toothless cry will be your forgotten name. Deaf ears will listen for your voice. Driving my shambling steps will be an ache of longing, encompassing, intense, for an essence that is you and for your arms that held me close so long ago or was it yesterday?