Postcard Poem by June Gray

you aren't a person;
you aren't real;
no, you are a poem-
but I wish to know you

maybe I do,
maybe you're my friend;
or my lover
but do you remember?
oh, I do

the light of the moon
and the splash of the water
the feel of the breeze
in that early summer

in the fear of the deer
it was calm
but-
goodbye

If you know me
maybe you remember

If you don't come back in december
when the snow loves the mountain
and the deer hide away

then spring comes;
and with it you but-
oh,
you don't remember.