sweet encore

she will
never know

how many times
I read that poem
the first time

nor how many
times I have
gone back to it
for strength
for recollection
for nostalgia
for inspiration

it is a wonderful thing
that she will never know

for it seems
sad sometimes

to look upon
words that
encapsulate
the sentiment
of a certain moment
a certain place
a certain time
a certain density
of emotion

when the
moment encapsulated

passed so
long
ago

but

the teeming
truth of that moment
that place
that time
that density
of emotion

was captured

and can be
true once again

if only for
the span of a
re-reading.