Frayed Feisty Threads - Book IV

Why?

I remember soft breezes on
spring-chilled nights,

I remember blue sky, birds on
         wing, flowers that gave me
proof of spring.

I remember a kiss, a tender embrace,
I remember a thrill of love, a joy of
         life, laughter touching
No pain nor strife.

I remember the feel of satin on
         lace as
I remember each and every place.

Why do I not remember your face?

Dedicated to Dave Colville 1969
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There is the possibility that this is from another author, but I do not have that identified. If you read this and recall it as someone else's poem, please drop me a note so I correct this.