Memory and Forgetting

You stand here, solemn, silent, by my side, Whispering softly of a time gone by; The waves of could’ves flow in with the tide, The wind murmuring should’ves with a sigh

Somewhere in time, unknowing, unheeding, uncaring, it was I who jumped ship, making instead, a choice of warmth temporary, more comforting then than this, the narrow river of reason you tread.

Your lines were sharper, your principles ever more principled in a singular face. Mistaken, was I, that they our thread would sever, while forgetting all those decisions misplaced.

Dear Sir, upon this road I can’t return, Were that I had taken yours, old friend, and that In your company I could partake, than this ghost’s. Sir, could it be that I you regret?