A Name Poem by jan oskar hansen

How abstract time is,
yet it ages me…
and her.
Wonder what she looks
like now?

Her name,
my dearest love,
is the only one
I remember now.
loves since, were
only an attempt
to recapture
the lost.

When moon
is full
I wonder
why this,
your hold on
my affection.
never eases

Today I wrote
your name
on a mound
of sand
when it struck
my feeble mind
that you must
be dead,
since I wrote
your name on
a mound that
looked like
a filled in grave.