In the quiet spaces

Afterglow — Gotts Island, Maine — photo by author

I looked for you,
in the remembered places, times shared, footsteps traced.
Never certain as memory makes it, but looking back, surely,
it was shared, not a stolen kiss. Surely,
it mattered more than a passing moment.

I walked the overgrown paths along the shore.
Ways, I know through seasons;
pale blue asters and goldenrod…