To the end

Do you remember that moment?
When your eyes drank the depths of my soul?

Above those heads of incessant chatter,
tangled voices and smiles,
That glance that set into motion
An era’s glory; a life time of longing;

Sometimes now when I go about
walking on a familiar road,
humming forgotten tunes,
dawdling in the midwinters sun;
There is still an ache that wont be quelled

How many words and glances have followed that?
Words that thrilled the very depths of my being
Glances that castoff the ignominy of unfamiliarity.

There were words that shattered too
squints of revulsion, a hand raised in disgust
a voice shivering with odium.

And yet today if I think of you
it is only that thirst that comes to my mind.

Truly we forget only what we want to
The rest we carry with us to the end.