"Scattered memories fill the visions in my mind.
What one person can remember, can it leave the
other blind.
Does she feel the way i feel when approaching
lands, and sights that were a beautiful part of us?
Does she still hold on to the laughter
of the good times that have passed?
I put aside the painful times feeling it's the right
thing to do.
Wasn't hard, they were so few.
Memories are the hardest.
They pop up everyday.
Where ever i go i see a photograph of us, in
the city, or here as i sit by the bay.
Does she think of me as i think of her?
"Does She?"