Unforgotten

him - the maiden with flaxen-hair

You were

and always

will be

my flaxen-haired

maiden.

I can still picture

your father

as the dragon

guarding your

princess tower.

It was fortunate

that I knew

how to climb

trees.

Though, since

the dragon was slain

you were never

quite the same

and that same month

you left

without a word

leaving me behind

with my scribbled

love letters

and a pair

of faded blue jeans

with your

spindly

signature

that sit on my

bedroom floor.