But, Of Course

 

‘But of course’ you whisper and sweeten my sigh

I don’t like the spaces after good-bye

When the warmth of your kiss has grown cool on my lips

And I touch you, but only with thought’s fingertips

‘But of course’, you murmur and do not pull away

Though you are sequestered to yesterday

Where laughter and lingering and letting go

Swirl, twirl in a vortex of love’s high and low

‘But of course’ you repeat as you slip from my reach

For Time does not sympathize, though I beseech

It lends its bestowal, then, in spite of my pleas

It gathers its granting to sweet memories

© Janet Martin

Shall we dance? I ask of this day and it replies, 'but, of course'.