Memories Poem by Elaine Battersby

I remember your debonair ways,
your whit and humour.
And those lovely blue eyes reflecting the eternity of your gaze.

That look, which echoed your sadness,
hooking me into your desolate loneliness and despair
and me wanting to rescue you, wanting you back.

Those years before the bottle took you away and imprisoned you.
When you laughed and danced the night away,
showing off your sculptured face and grace.

I remember those years so fondly,
those years before you were lost