Such memories.

Past

Yes, I’m still there and I still feel the glow-
Just touched your hair, then watched you smile and go.
But first that kiss, you sweetly asked me first-
A child whose bubble rose until it burst.

How many miles have gathered over years?
While that one scene kept piling on the tears.
Reliving as you vanished in the night.
And wondering if life would make it right.

I guess it’s not the job of life to care
But somehow, I just could not leave it there-
And really, when I think of what I’ve known
That memory’s the best thing I could own.

And there has been a hug or two since then-
Some subtle hints from my precocious pen.
I wrote a book with frequent thoughts of you
And wonder if you read it with them too.

For what’s too much for life must live in dreams-
I’ve never been impressed with how it seems.
But how it feels? I take that to be real.
No fretting that a heart must bleed to heal.

John H. Bidwell