Summer Love Poem by K.C. Ford

If one day you recall my name,
And if by chance this page revealed,
then read these thoughts, walk through words
lightly, as we through summer strolled,
and in the mind the image flows
with memories that form and grow.

I treasure these, the essence of our days,
the warm hand held, the softness of lips
intimate as whispered secrets revealed.

And though that time the years divide
our paths that walked apart,
You still remain, you never left
this heart that is bereft.