The Memory of Your Kiss

I hit the road at five o’clock.

An early morning haze

Settles on my windshield and

Then quickly runs away;

And I recall how swiftly, too,

Time passes like the mist

And leaves behind a memory

Of things time can’t resist.

That memory, a chain of gold,

Will bind your heart to mine,

Will warm my soul, and ride with me,

And stand outside of time;

Of all the things I take with me

That I will reminisce

Nothing is more treasured than

The memory of your kiss.

Only half an hour ago

You whispered in my ear

A soft “Good-bye” and, “I love you;”

And, “I will miss you, Dear.”

That memory will leave a trace

Running through my mind

Reminding me of all I have

That I must leave behind.

More than a memory, your kiss

Somehow still lingers there.

It brightens up the dark of night

And warms the chilly air.

Nothing in this world I know

Could make me more remiss

Than if I did not take with me

The memory of your kiss.

©Stan Sanford

February 18, 2002