A memory

A time will come

When you will be just a memory

Like an image that has faded

On an ancient photograph

Leaving obscure outlines

Of figures that once shone

In arresting colours of Gold and Blue and Red

And then my heart will not ache like this

As though its valves have been removed

Then my head will be clearer

Of the troubling thoughts you left inside

When we never really got

To resolve anything

Or say goodbye