Tenderness echoes all over me,
All the things we experienced
Stolen or forgotten, we feel
The feeling but not the thing itself.
Memories of you naked and happy,
Which of you I cannot say anymore,
Considering how beautiful you were,
How good love was, superb coming.
I remember you entirely, it’s that touch
That is lost over the myriad of mind paths
How how wish to remember you all,
Each little thing that has made us a pair.
Taciturnities as symptoms that life isn’t fair.
Most of the gay days are later very though to bear.