There’s a single moment that I, at times regret
That’s now become a tarnished fragment of my life
In which I may remember or by chance forget
That somewhere in the past I was another’s wife.
I had another future, knew another dream
With passions I recall seen only in the mist
Like visions in the clouds or ripples in the stream
By chance to recollect some long forgotten kiss.
It lingers in my mind, I cannot tell the why
The sadness of it all, it only comes in waves
It cowers in the dark and will not bid goodbye,
Then follows like a thief into our hidden graves.
Claire V. Bogdanos 