There are days
upon waking
when as the sunlight slats
my life, my world,
when told we must begin,
I lay in bed in sweet recall,
oh it is another
remember when
her touch,
my fingertips
run along the scalp of her forehead,
only the real,
a movement, opportunity
to be with one another
having little desire
to move beyond just this
while finding eyes.
Oh I do have recalls,
the tears immediate
the results are always now
meant to be the same,
to find love
beyond the shadows
the real,
is a nostalgic remedy
to the loss
of some imaginative reality.
I remember when …
I remember when …
I wonder if when together our memory
is stronger when we wander
together in the quiet
hands touching
our minds thinking only this moment
when the forest is forever
our footsteps on the matted trail
the beauty of such
is what we once knew
love
is now a memory.
Perhaps it might be impossible to imagine
love can ever be lost
when we might find ourselves
caught up in a flurry
of
remember when
delight in passion meant a way
to erase a day
if only I might have
her
in my arms …
Remember …
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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