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?
11 comments:
How touching and beautiful! Thanks!
Madeleine Begun Kane
I don't comment often, but sometimes something HAS to be said! Your poem is so intense and so sincere that it has to be acknowledged.How blessed you were in your marriage.
Amazing. So heartbreakingly romantic!
What a poignant but beautiful tribute to your husband who was and is still so much part of you.
It was yesterday. I remember you telling us how you and Otto met at Stanford. It was a living dream, and it was like yesterday : )
Thank you all, but some of you assume that Otto is still alive. He died in 2009.
This leave me with a tear, for a life well lived, and a love enjoyed with verve. Wonderful tribute Phyllis. Good to see you posting on occasion!
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You must miss him terribly. He looks lovely. A very sad but beautiful poem.
Touching indeed!
What a beautiful tribute to Otto. Thank you for this. Take care!
Beautiful and so touching. what a handsome man he was.
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