Love's Bitter Flow

Trinet : Delusion and Memory

                                                     Brief moment

                                                          of hope

                                         Was it you? Were you there?

                                 Passing touch, tendril of sudden scent…

                                                     familiar voice?

                                                           But no…

                                                      you’re gone.

                                                   Evocative smell

                                                       and sound.

                                  Temptress of memory, traitor to reality.

                                        Yet I see your wonderful smile:

                                                    good memory.

                                                     Another time,

                                                     another place.

                                                         Not here,

                                                          not now.

                                       But I had those hopeful seconds,

                                      of another reality, where you lived.

                                                        A moment,

                                                        of delusion

                                                       and memory.