Lover

How many lovers ago were you my dear?

Did we carve our initials in each others hearts-

Casting our hope on the permanence and-

brushing away the fear?

Yet I will lie and say no-

I do not remember

I cannot reclaim your face from December,

I do not watch for you in Spring rain,

I am a fool-

who still believes your memories-

will ease the longing and pain