Revisited Esse | JayM
She offers up to my senses,
A cornucopia of memories,
Creased lines on the old city’s face
I have helped etch.
Her streets echo yet,
With faded laughter,
I trace my fingers
Across the lines
On my old lovers brow,
Each a walk taken,
Enveloped in her benign arms.
Has it been another life already,
My ageless wonder…