By Claire Brown Bower
Date: 15 July 2000
Vapor
I am no more than vapor now
no longer finding form
No shape remains where once I lay
and kept your pillow warm
No trace, no film, no petals pressed
with sonnets in a book
No memory of embracing arms
no long and loving look
No gentle voice, no breathless moan
exists within your mind
No fragrance pulls my image back
No passion now to find
You'll not recall the autumn nights,
our lingering love expressed
My hair alive in evening's glow
spread silken 'cross your chest
And will your thoughts return to me
at daylight's last refrain?
The answer hides within a heart
that vapor cannot contain
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