In Poem

I remember you,
in poems and songs,
in an absent minded hum,
on a lazy sunday afternoon dream,
or on a bookmarked page in my second favourite novel;
everyday, against my volition.

In a day of coffee coloured sky
and when it's all drivel, I remember you,
in the corner of my eye.
When your head was on my shoulder
and my words, and your words
had meaning,
When our smiles had pureness
and love was just not a notion.

I remember you on an untuned guitar
and all the wrong notes were unwavering.
And in days to come, when I get old,
when love fades and everything is gray, I will remember how you left.