A Memory
Her glasses were thick as jam jars,
Behind them her eyes were brown
And glittered like out of focus stars.
She wore an intellectual frown.
Her jet hair was straight and black,
And shone with a silky sheen,
Cascading down her slender back.
I was not her lover, but might have been.
She had a long nose
Set in a pale, Kashmiri face.
She was a tiny Hiaku, yet with a leaves of prose.
I still remember her elfin grace.
“Look after yourself”, she said
As we parted; many years ago.
The rest was left unsaid.
And will always remain so.
