It would be a lie
to call you an objective memory
(as if someone else had
felt the way I had about you),
but I am not standing still;
I am still walking.
With each step,
I can still look back and see
where it all began,
- pause for a moment, smile -
and keep on walking.
Some dates
were meant to be remembered
(if only for a brief moment
of fond nostalgia),
permanently circled
on every year’s new calendar,
no matter how many
years have gone by…
But after that momentary pause,
I continue walking…
Author notes
If you know me at all, you know what this is about. If not, it's not important.
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