I Would...Just Once

Every now and then the When that taunts me from afar

Jars heartstrings and soft- vexes the imagination, oh

The impact of what slips beyond the frond of farthest star

Defies my best intention to focus on what I know

I know I cannot resurrect even one gasp when past

I know tis but in vain to plead for just one Yesterday

Futile to scan the faces that are ever memory cast

And somehow wish to Being that which Time has sealed away

But if I could, oh, foolishly, I know I would…just once

Allow another ‘one-more-last-slow-dance-before-we-part’

For then it would refresh the tender pledge echoes ensconce

Of your fingers slipping from mine to wrap around my heart

© Janet Martin