Love a Memory More
“How do I love Thee, let me
count the ways”…
are you of now, or are you a
memory ?
Ah, the memoirs along the
Path of Life
are they not as poignant as the
tenderest moment?
If you are here, I remember
the days
we laugh and play and work
and cry…
but together we are, each
day spawning another
fail
to bookmark the time, and reflect a bit.
Life
with you now is always a “comma”,
cherished
days strung together with special phrases.
But memories are suspended so still in time
-
So
final. No more. Vanished.
Regrets. Period.
I
love the memory more since it can never be
in
the present with you and I – ever again.
‘O
to love you more? just become a memory
where
I can reminisce without ‘now’ in the way.
Memories are what dreams are often made of – to be
held within the confines of our minds.
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© August 2004 Amy L. Allison
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