This, I remember
    Reciting your face –

The lines & the inclines,
    I cannot retrace.

Like mountains abounding,
    All lost in haze;

Memory fails me,
    Defining your face.

This is my lot now;
    This is my place.

This is the spot now,
    Where I’m lost in space.

Here, as I wander,
    Wonder, embrace;

Lost in the present,
    To ponder of late.

This is my lot, now;
    This is my fate:

Recalling while falling
    Deep into space.

©2016, Marvin Welborn
31 January 2016

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