What Became

by Wesley McNair

What became of the dear

strands of hair pressed

against the perspiration

of your lover's brow

after lovemaking as you gazed

into the world of those eyes,

now only yours?

What became of any afternoon

that was so vivid you forgot

the present was up to its old

trick of pretending

it would be there

always?

What became of the one

who believed so deeply

in this moment he memorized

everything in it and left

it for you?