Where Did You Go Poem by John Allen Richter

What happened in the coldness
of that room? Could I remember
ice skating? or was that
a painting on the wall?
Do I still have my skates,
rusty blades made me fall - down
in snow tornadoes- slow -
through the sea of puffy coats -
and knit caps with balls on them.
Rosy cheeks going past - saying
something - or other. Something -
certainly something I think -
come and play, play - but falling.
A room with a view -
happy skaters going 'round.
But only on the wall. Madness -
happiness - something -
certainly something -
Something - made me die
in the room with the wall
and the painting said
when you were coming -
and I waited - waited
but they skated and skated.
And so I forgot.
I forgot that I love you.
The painting knows I do.
But it's gone.