once I knew. . .
wonderful nights in the month of June,
a breeze softly blowing, a tender moon,
the perfume of roses sweet in the air,
the stillness of your beauty
so perfect so rare.

long drives with you
beneath starlet skies
as I drank deeply and eagerly
of the love in your eyes
whispering tender words
vowing you were mine.

but now. . .
I find the loneliness of nights
filled with dreams of you
and I, wonder, always wondering
if you miss me too
and I wonder if something
about the moon each night
brings me worries poignant
and a teardrop bright.

I played the game
and I staked my heart and lost
but the game wasn't fair
with convention the cost
and you did what you thought
was right.

I knew it and yet
my heart broke
and it seems
I never forget.

Would we be parted know...
had things not been so
or did you really love me,
I'll never know.     Jon York       2013