perhaps there will be times

now and again and for no

particular  reason that you

will think of me,

a foolish thing I used to say

or a certain way of going

about a routine task,

and for that fleeting moment

a smile will grace your lips,

a smile you won’t be able or

wish to suppress and in that

infinitesimal fragment

you’ll understand what it was

to have really loved somebody.

© Graham R Sherwood 07/25