Your memory of this time will be a blur, a tangle of limbs & intentions, a recollection of sensation that crystallizes the events in this remembered scene into immobility, creating a profound silence, capturing everything that was with a photographic finality...
Your memory stays with me, etched into my mind & my nature. The experience of you changed me profoundly, altered my reality, but only these lingering memories now provide proof of the hours we spent together in love & anger, sadness & joy & hopefulness...
Your memory is failing, perhaps, but you can still summon up those times; all that's needed is a bit of music to be the magic carpet on which you fly over the memory landscape. Seen from up here, the details are faint but the view is so familiar, its contours comforting because you remember yourself traversing those rolling hills & darkening valleys & you see now that the making of your memories was the essence of that life ...
