Memories
Of time gone by
Of time spent well
Of time had in better days.
Memories
Of you,
Of me,
Of us.
Memories of
The wonder,
The astonishment,
And then, later,
The hurt.
Memories
That bring me back a hundred years,
But truly, it’s only been a few.
Those years
Passed between us,
Seem like forever,
But also a blink of an eye.
Memories are fresh, new,
But also
Yellowed around the edges,
Like a well loved book passed
From mother to daughter.
Thinking of those memories,
I feel like we’re still living
In those times,
But in reality,
Those times have passed on,
And have simply become
Wonderful
Memories,
A link to the remembered past.