Love: zero. Friends: two.
by R. Eric Swanepoel
(First published The Cellar Scene, Issue 7, Cellar Scene Publications,
282 Hardgate, Aberdeen AB10 6AA, Scotland)
In summer I think of our love - a season it never knew.
Two friends remain:
The memory of the taste of your lips in the snow,
And your music, which yet permeates my days.
