Sonnet 5

3/1/11

I walked with resolution in my gait,

With confidence that comes of buried fear.

But barring true emotion tempteth fate

And as deserved, I quivered quick to hear

My name in so familiar a voice;

To see the face forgotten deep inside;

To be confronted there, without a choice;

To look into those soft, be-freckled eyes.

We talked about the weather, and the food.

So meaningless and momentary, then.

But as I turned, my mind came all unglued.

I, foolish, fickle, found that in the end:

Remembrance still remains—though you are gone—

That we were lovers once, and now are none.