the memory it ebbs slowly sauntering occasionally to the fore wandering leisurely into the darker pastures of my entail I know not if this is a good thing they say the grass is greener on the other side all I know is I never want to forget the feel of the grass on your side of the pasture the dewy descent of your hungry hands as they snake their way over my skin impelling my pretty little heart to do the grasshopper dance the feel of your lips as they traced the corners of my mouth I don't want to forget but you've moved to darker pastures leaving lots of green in my heart they said the grass was greener on the other side they were wrong.