Alone thinking ..not done yet

why havent you showed up all these years so went past 

now I am old and lost ...thinking Why
as memory jumps in and out ...remembering then...
and the scent of Musk showed up to our dance

yet you never search or acknowledge me

I ask at times did you ever think or demand your self of love

when we held hands 
on a winter warm
of now and autumn

on a summer night. ..
so close
in our nakedness as air becomes our wear to skin on skin 
as we love

now I am alone thinking ..
yet so much more to tell