Oh to forget the face of a loved one! What a truly tragic realisation. Certainly many memories will exist for a lifetime, their laughter, their mannerisms - but their smile, their eyes - it is that which is longed to be held onto. To lose such a thing as a face is deadening, hopeless, soul-crushing. Particularly if that someone is truly a loved one.
Like a cloud of smoke in your minds eye, they appear distant- hazy even. Perhaps an outline is visible and a vague sense of hair colour. But like a word on the tip of your tongue, their face escapes you. It is a deeply regretful realisation for Evelyn to stumble upon.
Where are you, my love?
Where indeed!
I left you long ago
And now your face escapes me.
I saw you picking cherries
On a warm summer's day
But ran from your farm
and cried all the way.
I should have stopped to say good-bye
I should have blown a kiss
But in my haste I couldn't bare
The touch of your caress.
That was long ago
And now my tears are dry.
But my heart it still laments
Oh why? Oh why? Oh why?
Why ever did I run
From your farm long ago?
Though I know the true reason
I still question myself so.
Oh! to see you one last time
Would be a gift for me.
For I loved you up close
But now only distantly.
Those merry brown eyes
and strong jaw-line.
I see all your features but can never
See the full design.
Now I pace the fields of your farm
Hoping upon hope.
But never do I see you
Picking cherries on that slope.
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