Even the softest scent
—-or the lightest touch
Can invoke rage
—-or despair

Like skin-tight memories
—-or absent quandaries
—-or distant greetings
—-of arms round your neck

And it seems like eternity passed
—-or an instant

And I remember our adventures
—-or your disinterest
—-or that constant presence

And I remember that summer
—-that spring
—-that fall

And this winter
—-I hear a voice reminding me
—-what it is to be cherished
But I wonder if it’s true
—-or not

And I know your voice still haunts me
—-to invoke the sharpest rage
—-or the deepest despair