He lay on the couch listening
to the soundtrack of West Side
Story when he was overwhelmed
with emotion recalling experiences
— loves pursued, won and lost, life
pursued, won and lost and then he
thought to himself, none of that
is lost — none of the loves and
none of the life. They are captured      
now and here in one soft tear that         
he wiped from the corner of his eye             
and brought to his lips so near —                                      
to kiss.