Later - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A New York Poet in Galway")

One day
when time stops
you may see
footsteps
impressions
long melted away
that diverge
and circle
and ponder anew
their course

you may recall
my face
faintly
our drives through
the countryside
or not,

yet
I will remember
this dull ache
the deepest eyes
the pursing of
your lips
right before
the dawn
of your smile.

By Mary E. Lohan