Not Forgotten

I saw her in the park one day
Upon a bench, alone
A small sad smile on her face
As she looked upon the lawn

Her face was as puzzle to me
With fine lines that would not lie
Yet she held a strange innocence
And eyes as young as the sky

I asked if I could sit with her
She laughed and said, “Please do”
She somehow seemed familiar
Like an old friend I once knew

I told her of my thoughts
She smiled and said, “I know”
“People always tell me that
No matter where I go”

I began to introduce myself
But she already knew my name
I asked again if I knew her
Her answer was still the same

She laughed and said something odd
That once, more knew her eyes
But times had changed and so she had
Faded from their minds

The sun was cast behind some clouds
Which soon began to weep
We quickly dashed from park
To a dinner down the street

Her hair was all a tangle
Yet still it seemed to glow
Like a farmer’s fresh tilled field
Touched by a hint of snow

We spoke and laughed for hours there
Talking of this and that
She had so many stories to share
That I barely spoke, enrapt

She told tales of people she knew
Of Lovers and fools and kings
Some made me laugh until I cried
While others tore my heartstrings

I could not help but stare at her
Her eyes had such great depths
Fathoms I knew I could never share
If I drew a billion more breaths

It was late as we left the shop
And in the dark it seemed
That some of the care had left her face
And how her eyes did gleam

I asked her had she a place to stay
She said she’d been here before
And she would from house to house
And find a friendly door.

I was shook my head and told her no
That was something I wouldn’t see
I’d take the couch; she’d have my bed
More stories would be her fee.

We reached my loft and she spoke and sang
Of tales, she had a plenty
And I shared some stories of mine
But it seemed she knew them already

We both grew weary but did not want
To leave each other’s side
I slipped my hand into hers
And I heard her sweetly sigh

I kissed her once on the lips
And in the light it appeared
The touch of gray had left her hair
And the face was cleansed of years

We sang a lullaby together
It was a tune I had never heard
But somehow still, I sang along
Knowing every word

We feel asleep in each other’s arms
And while night passed away
I dreamed a dream of paradise
Were I saw her everyday

When I awoke she was gone
Leaving a note read at a glance
“Thank you. I feel alive again.”
It was signed “Romance”