Relief To Life's Cuts Sharp Grazes Iodine

It's bleak-looking backwards remembering you were once mine memorizing bee's fleeting in the sunshine that smells of pine. And recalling your hand taking mine, everything sublime. Tears of time like resin on these cheeks, my heart maritime. When you were mine you added the sweet and bitter to the lime you add soothing- relief to life's cuts grazes sharp iodine. Recollections fade- but I keep them locked up in my mind. Nothing is lost or boxed-up in my thoughts rest as dust consigned. I may be eighty, but we're still only twenty-something. Oh, ageing mentally declined- it'll never affect a living memory.