The poem

It amazes me to see
How models so long set in stone
Et tossed as a feather to sea
As through this life I have grown

So many standard precedents
Torn asunder in the wind
Riding on your foul intent
As you pass on by and chill my skin

I read the words you wrote to me
And wonder if you meant them
And I still love, don't you see?
And don't you remember when?

How I treasured those lines
Of verse upon the page
Just because they are from you and mine
And by reading them, I see your face

But just as if you're long since dead
You are gone from here
And I see the poem long since read
And I cry a lonely tear