Now In Me Only The Longing Does Remain Poem by Gert Strydom

In my head your last smile lingers
where it did come from your heart and soul
at a time when you regarded me as your own husband,
and I knew what things held meaning to you.
The time at Ballito at the sea
with your hair blowing in the wind,
you gave me love-struck glances
as we picked up stones and shells everywhere
and the ocean stretched out dark-blue.
When we went down one of the slopes,
I regarded you as the most beautiful woman
but now in me only the longing does remain:
to forget everything that brings harm
and to know of your sincere love.
© Gert Strydom