They’re playing our song.
A memory sings me back to you.
A melody of smiles with
a counterpoint of tears.

The harmony our voices sang
echos now and then
in the wooded, peaceful spaces
that at times surround my life.

The heart is a slow forgetter
and hope goes back to you.
How to forget a part of me?
Avoid the rhythm of my thoughts,
Ignore the sounds, the cords, the tune,
the sudden, surprised singing
of a soul caught off guard.

At sundry, sighing times,
the world’s a symphony to you.