A Memory Lost, Long Ago

Laughing,

Hugging,

Holding hands,

Crying tears,

No longer there,

It's been forty years.

You kissed me as we walked,

And told stories I still hold close,

We looked after each other,

Through thick and thin;

I still hear your voice,

Even though the lights in

our hearts,

Have dimmed.

As I walk down every footpath in that park,

I still see you next to me,

Kissing me,

Hugging me,

Laughing with me;

But,

It's not real,

You're not there,

Even though I want you to be,

So in my mind,

These memories stay,

Some of them are real,

Others are false,

This is my mind trying to comfort me,

Taking the pain away,

From a memory lost, long ago,

But never forgotten,

As I wait,

Day by day,

Night by night,

With false hopes,

Of ever seeing you again.

Today;

I hear your voice in my head,

Though you are sitting next to me in

the park of memories built,

Twanging that guitar,

With Coffee in hand,

Laughing,

Joking,

Hugging,

Kissing,

Holding my hand;

I feel the strong yet warm grip as your fingers curl around mine,

I curl mine tightly around yours,

Holding the hand that only I can see,

I snuggle my head into your shoulder,

Though nobody sees that but you,

I laugh and I joke with you;

Because,

To me, you are there,

And we are doing the things that we do,

My memory is blurred,

We are also planning to get married,

Which is something people say never happened,

But,

This is how I remember it.

Maybe I am remembering it wrong,

Or maybe;

Nobody else remembers it in this way,

Despite that,

This is my memory,

My truth,

Even if it is a little dramatic,

From a memory lost, long ago,

But,

Never forgotten.