I wondered what you were seeking
when you told me once I was always
the lingering tune draped among
your memories.

Maybe  your  love was tired  from all
of your  toys and  had  come to  rest
on  smoother  ground but  it seems  I
was  not  your soft  landing,  but  just
another  hook to hang your  hat, just
a past memory.

But I'm not too sure I was remembered
at all because of all the stories told
by you, as if you were talking about
you and I, were stories of which I had
no memory of at all, so it had to be
someone else and never really me,
as you claim it was.

I brace myself in place waiting for you
to remember how long you've wanted
me.

Every breeze carries to my mind the
truth and I am captive in your eyes
even as they wander.
                                                                                          Jon York  2020