How abstract time is,
yet it ages me…
and her.
Wonder what she looks
like now?
Her name,
my dearest love,
is the only one
I remember now.
loves since, were
only an attempt
to recapture
the lost.
When moon
is full
I wonder
why this,
your hold on
my affection.
never eases
Today I wrote
your name
on a mound
of sand
when it struck
my feeble mind
that you must
be dead,
since I wrote
your name on
a mound that
looked like
a filled in grave.
jan oskar hansen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-name-3/
