The Knife of Knowing You

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@vlad_sabila?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Vlad Sabila</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>Perhaps you are an echo and a song,a melody I formerly could bearthat lingers still in memory, but wrong,distorted recall of a love once fairenough to paint me golden. I was brightas I could be, a child of shade and chill.Despite our growing pains we were alrightenough to know our philia was real.<br/><br/>Now count the years. They stink of moldy leaves,of better days gone rotten in the mistthat wearies us. But now I catch the breezeof our jeunesse, when we were summer-kissed.<br/><br/>And still I dream &#8212; though I would let you go,forget those pleasant days so long ago. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>