Memories,
Those who can show that past,
Have unattainable luxuries
Take your photos,
So that you can remember me,
While I look deeply at you,
Commit you to memories.
First steps,
First dance,
First date,
All soliloquy
Photos are gone,
All that's left are the memories....
Intermingling histories,
an evidenceless past
Take in every sip of a moment,
Since photos don't last.
So I stare a little longer,
Giving the mind's eye a taste,
Not searching,
Remembering this moment sitting in its place
Memorize each curve,
A smile, and its lines,
Translate this moment,
As the mind, does opine.
Walk away from that moment,
Down to a single I, instead of we,
Reliving the moment in time,
Replay every single memory.
Though photos are great,
and I'm a proponent,
I'm more apt to simply,
Stay within that moment.
Memories can change,
With the winds of your heart,
They may look nothing like,
The moment from whence they start.
Say hello to the memories,
as they enter your heart,
know that in this moment,
Is where memories start
No trinkets,
No gadgets,
No souvenir pieces,
Only the smell of the weather,
Taste of the moment,
Reasons to be speechless
Memories aren't these physical things,
No pictures,
No movies,
No shiny gold rings
Memories are fluid,
For moments of despair,
Or when the heart sings.
I live for the memories,
The moments so pure,
I live for these memories,
For these i am sure.
Photoless pasts,
Trinketless history,
Mean only memories,
To validate this mystery
I'd love to take that picture,
Or buy that little present,
Instead I'll sit here,
and soak in the present
So while I worry,
You won't remember me,
You will live on,
In my beautiful memory.
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