Remember Me?...a poem
Some memories last a lifetime.
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Like a misplaced object,
some memories are found,
in plain sight, crystal clear in presence,
as if reality just rendered itself,
and all that was becomes again.
From the haze of past,
these memories imbue our thoughts,
drag us back to that essence gone,
and they are real, profound, beguiling,
every sense surrendering,
to those moments passed,
emotions strong and ignited by vision,
imploring our hearts to the comfort,
of experiences known.
I picked up my glasses,
and her face appeared before me,
a smile so broad and filled with youth,
melted my heart,
her laugh echoed in my head,
her deep blue eyes shimmering,
and her skin glowing.
She was my first,
my stumbling, inept passion,
unleashed in the exuberance of youth,
exploring the depths of emotion and joy,
a mind and body can imbibe.
I still feel her soft skin,
her touch and the smell of her hair,
two novices searching for renewal,
a passage to adulthood,
and the beginning of new life,
taking responsibility by the neck and shaking it.
My heart is still moved by her,
after more than forty years,
and not a second of our love do I miss,
in my recollections,
as if she were a touch away from my heart.
But she will never be lost,
simply within that reach of dreams,
of memories still near.
We never forget our first.
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