All who have come into our lives and left,
have taken us with them and we of them.
Though these are parts of which we are bereft,
they've left within the imprints of a gem.
So priceless are the memories of when
They crossed our five bridges to leave their mark
Upon our hearts, adorning time called Then,
That one mere thought of Then inflicts a spark:
A subtle rain, or storm of lightning arc,
Across the carpet clouds in skies of mind,
Flash long-gone faces smiling, glint or stark--
These gem imprints in imprints left behind.
Although we are long broken, set apart,
In memories we'll always be one heart.
(C)2019, Christos Rigakos