Ph: Love: Miss Remembering Poem by Brian Johnston

There are some of you I know
who think that I’ve forgotten,
my first kiss, or even my first kiss with you
(in love’s soft hopeful beckoning) .
So I’m writing this to soften blow
to those who think me perhaps rotten,
that our last kiss whispered someone new.

We are older now and my best hope
is that you’ve found true love
who’s even more than you deserve
(in your own reckoning) .
It’s true there’s mean but also dope-
iness which youngsters know much of
when life throws them a curve.

I’d like to think that love might be
even better now if we could meet again
for the first time on some lover’s stage
(though I would not “do-over” what we had) .
My heart was not the same after alchemy
revealed to both of us the golden chain
that bonds us still who struggle with its page.
 
I’d like to think our golden link
adds value to the love you give
now to man who shares your heart
(for gold misspent’s still pure like Galahad) ,
a ‘living’ water that we drink
to thirst no more and to forgive
life’s flavors that were once too tart.

And may you live and die in peace
sweet Miss and miss me too at times
when society lacks songs or words
(and poet’s message sounds absurd) .
Sing yesterday’s lost masterpiece,
and never once forget the rhymes
when poems of mine were not cowards.

Let gold that glistens always shine,
if mustard seeds are all we grow
such faith can even mountains move,
(your prayers for love uncensored) .
God’s love for you, my Valentine,
injustice where, to overthrow,
or real sadness that I must remove?