Making love to remembrance,
  I see her walk past

Blonde, eighteen and tan,
  and this decade my last

A memory comes back,
  as new feelings release

Of a field in September,
  when our hearts were at peace

And I think of you fondly,
  as I watch her pass by

I hold the thought warmly,
  as she looks in my eyes

With my head now to follow,
  she turns to my left

My joint pain endemic,
  my passion still deft

But this memory won’t leave me,
  as that summer you did

These new thoughts my own,
  where you took ours and hid

And as she steps through the doorway,
  a fantasy unknown

I make love to her memory
  —with a wish still on loan

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)