I hold the memories at
arms length. Feel their allure,
at the tips of my fingers.

You are gone. There
is nothing more to it. A
man of few words - I
know you wouldn't
appreciate less.

But -

do you remember? Do
you hold our moments in?
Flashes of happiness -
are they gray to you? Pale,
in comparison?

Lips tight with my own
decisions. I persist.
I must forget.  

But -