The fifth of October.
The last time her eyes
Arrested mine in a manner which caused Time
To stumble in its inevitable amaranthine stride.
And in that second of Eternity
I saw everything she wanted to tell me
But could not for when she began
So Time did the same and
Her chance of saying I love you so
Evanesced into Time’s clutching
Like a candle deliquescing into nothing
By that very thing which makes it glow.
5 October 2003