My Welcome Guests Poem by Chris Zachariou

An avalanche of memories—
songs, white lilies, yellow roses;
my friends and welcome guests.

They knock on my door
we sit around the table
we smoke, we drink wine
and talk about you.

Your laughter—
the laughter of a woman-child;
the smile I adored, the eyes I kissed
the lips that said 'I love you'.

You touched me with your words
but we were so young, almost children.
Frightened I ran from you and didn't see

the sadness falling across your eyes
until one day you opened our door
and left silently and without a trace.