Relief To Life's Cuts Sharp Grazes Iodine Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's bleak-looking backwards
remembering you were once mine
memorizing bee's fleeting
in the sunshine that smells of pine.

And recalling your hand
taking mine, everything sublime.
Tears of time
like resin on these cheeks, my heart maritime.

When you were mine
you added the sweet and bitter to the lime
you add soothing-
relief to life's cuts grazes sharp iodine.

Recollections fade-
but I keep them locked up in my mind.
Nothing is lost or boxed-up
in my thoughts rest as dust consigned.

I may be eighty,
but we're still only twenty-something.
Oh, ageing mentally declined-
it'll never affect a living memory.