But Never You...

Time has a habit of stealing

Its moments from my grip

Scarcely I touch or feel them

Before silently they slip

And seal or steal their memory

Where Time cannot return

Some I relinquish gladly

For others soft, I yearn…

And some, mercy’s dear kindness

Allows me to forget

Instead of being weighted

Forever with regret

Others, I never ponder

As they slip into the blue

And some are full of wonder

And mystery

And

You…

I may forget ‘most everything

By the time

This life is through

But never,

Oh, my darling

Never

Ever

You…

© Janet Martin