My mind returns too often
To the vision of you -- appearing
Unexpected, popping
Out of a doorway as I passed
[A deli, with your Russian Tea;
A classroom, where I shouldn't have been]
-- the recognition -- the shock -- the joy!

^^A trip down memory lane, the places where memories of laughter and sadness is made. I found this stanza so lively along with your voice it was easy to just "see" rather then to be told!

The very intensity of our bond
Regularly ruptured our reunion.
We seemed always to burn each other out:
Like the love of two flaming moths,
Drawn to each other's light.

^^Here the line "intensity of our bond" that shows
how strong love was-strong in the sense in an innocent way; a young love where decisions are taken in haste. So the word intensity really fits that time, age and era.

This poem feels like a scene which is been watched for the imagery and the wording brings it alive. It has all holds an innocent love, the exploration, a youth's dreams and memories and then heartaches. It felt like you have taken the reader into your time walking us with you..touching.