Fade
by Malory Columbretis
When I think of love,
I see your face
Still as clearly and as pleasantly
As when I held you last.
I forget now how many moons
And suns and stars and seasons
Have passed since we did part —
It seems nothing counts without you.
It must take twice that time or longer —
But do I even need or wish —
For your face to fade
When I think of love?
Waves Without Sounds 