I remember the air most of all
It was crisp and biting A winter wind stealing the fall. Freezing, still, but also exciting.
Another memory is of perfume. Being surrounded by cloying scentsAnd loving the chatter accompanying the fumesAs well as cents being spent.
I remember a scene: A green park, verdant and bigWith dew on the delicate blades of green. A scattering of leaves and twigs,
The smell of grass in the air, Sounds of people playing unsuppressed,The wind blowing every which where, The feeling of ordinary happiness.
But a dark memory comesTo dampen the soulLeaving me shivering and overcome. It is solid yet not quite whole.
I am helpless. But in hindsightOnly stupid If only I had been stronger in spiteOf being just a kid.
Now I spend these memories,Relive them in smiles and tears,Feel their realness to a certain degreeFall in some and save the rest like souvenirs.
Some come clean but others are wornThin and brittle Like paper handled until torn,Loved and lived until the memory is small and little.
For nothing persists. Even memories fade. Happy feelings of blissOr those thrown in shade.
Loneliness abound. Every corner a shadow. Life takes backgroundAnd emotions take the wheel to each tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes with sun riseYesterdays have passed byBut they are remembered lullabiesAnd tomorrow will beautify and clarify.
Amplify, modify. Tomorrow will recastAnd we can say a fond goodbyeTo the claims of the distant past.
