You are not your memories, although
They tell a story of your life and deeds
Time has traveled with you. You have
Traveled through time. Before and after
Then and now mean less than they once
Did. Time jumbles and connects, past
And present colliding. In time, it's all
One. Your memories will not define you.
Category Archives: Memories
Nostalgia
The past was built to last. I know.
So our history follows us. The used
To be is our now and we are tugged Towards what was. The emotional
Draw is strong, strange, electric as
Immediate as this morning's coffee.
It can cheer or haunt, that past of
Ours. I know. It is best to live with
No judgment, just our memories.
At a loss
His time is lost and eludes him.
Words are hard to find, but anger
Rises easily. Maybe it's all those
Missing words and the slipping
Time that make him mad. I know
It makes me sad and infuriates.
I feel unmoored. How must he be
Feeling? He's the one whose lost
Time and misplaced his thoughts.
This?
What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?
This old thing? Why, thank you.
I've had it for years. I guess I
Like it cause I wear it that often.
No. It's a knock-off. I bought
It on the street. In Soho. Long
Ago. It's beginning to fade.
I'm going to have to trade it
In for something that doesn't
Look so frayed, but I like it.
Every time I wear it, I think of
That summer day and walking
Around in Soho. Feeling the
Fabric on the cart and the sun
On my face. I remember how
Much we laughed that day, too.
I was with a special someone
That summer day. In Soho and
We walked arm in arm. In Soho.
Tamara, really 