My Secret Love

My Secret Love

She was my lover once,

                Often –

That was before.

Before memories slipped away,

Before I did.

Cancer took part of her brain.  The years slipped away stealing her piecemeal. We could see it coming.  At one point she said she couldn’t be a full-time girlfriend anymore.

We never completely broke.

I see her still.  We kiss, hug, talk about cruises, passions and laughter.  Her skin is as white and smooth as Gardena petals.

When I’m with her,

Memory still sees her as beautiful and alluring.

And when I leave her she lays so still

That it breaks me inside.

Still.