ECHOES IN MY MIND

I keep seeing you

in all the places

we went to together

and some we didn’t.

there’s your face in the crowd

and as the bus flashes by

I glimpse you from behind.

For a moment it doesn’t

strike me as strange

that you’re wearing the latest fashions –

or indeed that you’re there at all…

The stranger turns round

and like snow melting into warm ground

the resemblance vanishes.

Like the way the last note in music

slowly fades into the air,

or the way a rose pressed

between the leaves of a book for years

still keeps a faint scent,

so you echo in my mind.