Time is a sure reckoning at all ends
where one is no more than the sum
of all that is left in the treasured behind.

I see you at times flickering in flames
and perhaps it is gas that is the first origin,
or at least
you have a foothold in my memory
as the pyrotechnics of my mind
electrifies my long lost faces.

This is to all of you that once
were touched by the presence of eyes,
by the meeting we once had,
by the sheer tenderness we once shared.