Spring wind, peaceful, familiar, pleasant.
A touch, a look, a glance, maybe even more.
I wish for so many things, so long ago now.
Even Time's memories will fade before mine.
Eternal, made ever more vivid by the pain
Of what was lost. Many people have crossed
My way, random leaves blown about by the
Tepid breath of days passing. You were
Never one of them. I can only hope that
Neither was I. To infinite adventure, I
Raise my glass. But to infinite love, that
Drink I have already tasted, that toast I
Have already made. There is no more "if
Only," only what could have been. We are
Finished, but the memories remain, even the
Ones that were never made. Those stay
Locked inside the deepest seas of my heart
And head. Ships were made to seek the
Horizon. Maybe I'm finally on my way.
Jonathan Stephen Bruce