Memory of You

You

Pass through my mind

Cold and clear as water.

My fingers even tingle

With the icy thought.

But

Just like water, you trickled away,

Leaving an imprint

On my hands

On my thoughts.

Time.

It is the real thief,

Stealing the summers away.

Were you really only 17 that day?

Time

Thieves your marble wrought face

From my mind,

Leaving only a feeling.

The feeling

That you left behind.