Fading

I wonder if
he thinks of me.
Thoughts of him
refuse to leave me.
The memories
move my heart with
as much strength as
the events did.
I relive our
times tenderly.
Only the fear
of them fading
keeps me from
viewing them too much;
just as the nightmare
loses force by
the light of day,
so sweetness
can also be lost.

 Copyright 1979  J. Montgomery