I will always remember loving
but days gone by just fly away
as memories become a past undone
without a hope of future in the making.
I wonder how it is you seem
that memories can ever be enough
or that those memories can see us
through the great unraveling we are
as it comes to meet
and greet our everyday.
As moments, in this vast and
growing reality of each experience
reach again for something more
than just a solitude of memory.
For the need is now, not yesterday
yet still you choose mere memory
of times gone by to see you through
while what I need is now
and then tomorrow building
into dreams come true...
? Michaelette ?
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