i sit scraping tundra from my brain looking for lost words lost thoughts follow me tapping on my shoulder hiding as i turn around like a lost love pushing my memories asking to be remembered they come saying “remember when” and i do recall the walks the talks the undercover scramblings that ended with leavings now scraping to unearth the reality of these memories they should be memorialized before they are lost forever
08/20/2012
Nice capture of how memories can suddenly come to surface. We don't have to live in the past, but it's sure nice to visit the good memories every once in a while.
