I think back on the good times and the memories that we made.
And in my quiet moments those great times are all replayed.
I remember the laughter and tenderness of the time we shared.
briefly feeling less alone remembering that once you cared.
Of course there is a melancholy sadness in knowing it has passed.
But we built so many memories that the warmth of then will last.
Do you recall those moments when we shared intimacy and fun?
Or are they all your past and in memories, time made you none?
I think often of the passionate warmth, of you entwined with me.
And feel again the excitement of how those times could be.
Always with some loss, but too an overwhelming sense of pride.
When once you were my lover, our bodies laying side by side.
I keep selfishly those memories that you and I have made.
Musing, what I could have done, to ensure that time had stayed.
I think of you often now in that wider world out there.
To hope you keep one good memory as proof you once did care.
Inspired by both my past and Lorraine Colon who writes some simply amazing and insightful stuff. I wish I were as adept at cutting through and seeing it real.
