I confess I don't remember
Whether you wore your hair down
Or tied it back into a sort-of pony tail;
Whether your dress was red with black spots
Or black with red spots,
Or something else entirely.
But I perfectly recall your smile,
Like Spring’s first sunshine
Whose warmth lingers even now.
I may have already forgotten,
The cadence with which you spoke
Your intonation and inflection;
The questions you asked me
And the answers I found
Down amongst the butterflies.
But I know that your voice
Was an unchained symphony
A spell of sweet restlessness.
I cannot forget, for I relive
Those precious, timeless moments