ForgottenYou wanton, quiet memory that haunts me all the while
In order to remind me of her whom love I send.
Perhaps when you caress me sweetly, I will smile.
You are my confidante today, my very dearest friend.
You sweet remembrance, tell a fairy tale
About my girl who's lost and gone, you see.
Tell, tell the one about the golden grail
And call the swallow, bring her back to me.
Fly somewhere back to her and ask her, soft and low,
If she thinks of me sometimes with love,
If she is well and ask her, too, before you go
If I am still her dearest, precious dove.
And hurry back, don't lose your way,
So I can think of other things,
But you were to lovely, perhaps, to stay.
I loved you once. Good-bye, my love!
Time PassesTime passes. Even when every tick
of the second hand aches like the
pulse of blood behind a bruise. It
passes unevenly, in strange lurches
and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me.