Lovers – One To Another.

If at any time by some strange lack of grace
I omit to say, or intimate in any way
an unkind word,  a look upon my face
does not to you good cheer convey.

If – and while insignificant to most –
the certain style of me does please no more;
your bright expectancy to be my host
has not my footsteps hast’ning to your door.

If, seeking me you meet no friendly smile
nor hear in needful moment comfort’s word
that shares in fickle fortunes heartless guile
and plaintive cries appear to go unheard.

If feelings born of long ago are dulled,
the yearning-fires no longer burn as bright,
assurances of old become annulled
no more the need for solace and delight.

If tenderness neglects it’s gentle  touch,
the wished for dearest word remains unsaid
of what did still the heart and thrill so much,
then, from this life I will have passed ahead.

If then – when wandering some place we knew
no memory of vital times are there bestirred
and haplessly, those precious dreams-come-true
lay just beyond recall of what occurred.

If there’s no need to recall , or understand
why we together smiled and found accord,
saw need to touch and hold each others hand
while on our way to meet the untoward.

If mind prefers meandering alone
as daydreams drift on clouds obscuring me,
the realm of wistful longings of your own
preclude me from your favoured fantasy.

If sometimes, I not tiptoe through your mind.
Receptive there, as quiet falls serene
no scenes appear from shadows cast behind
those yesteryears we vowed were evergreen.

If not from birds soft calls or wild wind’s blow,
nor out the subtle cosmic hum is heard
fond nuance of my meanings whispered low,
or heard, you care not countenance my word.

If all this said you see no sign that I am near,
can’t sense me lingering about your place
embodied in such things once valued dear,
those charms misplaced, forgotten without trace.

If naught is left of thoughts that held me here
and my last mark, whose words upon it’s face
no lips repeat, no more is wetted with a tear:
  my purpose will be done, and I, 
                      -  forever lost in Time and Space