A Precious Memory

A memory in the air
That helps him to breathe
Like he did
The day she appeared

In just a moment of time
She turned with a smile
That left such a spell
That’s held him for years

He still wants her
He still needs her

A clumsy, tender, young love too much for a boy
Who wished to enjoy
The heart of a girl

But he would never forget such a precious jewel
That sparkles and shines
Now buried away

In his pocket
And for her in her locket
As sure as the Sun and the moon
They remain haunted
By all they both wanted
All too soon

John Andrew
January 2008