Glint of Gold

I had forgotten what it means
To hold your hand
To walk next to you

I had forgotten how
A simple touch of your neck
Can raise the texture of your skin

I had forgotten what
The sound feels like
To simply speak your name

How the sunlight
Touches the Etruscan
Brown of your hair

Memories of you
Evaporate with time
Inexorably lost on the

Breath of kisses
I had forgotten to
Give to you

There, among all these
Memories lost, spent
Before the tilt of light

Can name the early
Morning glint of golds,
Reminding me of you


© K. James Ribble

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