You

This time spring came late,

And unexpectedly it took me back,

To our first April date,

And walk by the babbling lake.

With delight in your stride,

Lilly dangling on your unfettered hair,

Your doe eyes catching the warm light,

That day you looked like the answer to all my prayers.

Down the stone steps lined with yellow orchids,

Past the sun kissed feathery foliage,

We hopped on those meandering streets,

As filtered sunlight spilled across the passage.

May flew like your lilac skirt in the wind,

June crushed on your sunny tones,

But December got lost somewhere in the hills,

And wafted away in the curling white smoke. 

Hurtling now through a remoter past,

Watching our liquid dreams smudged by time,

I could see our sepia memories rust,

Yet I could only mourn over what was once mine.