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I remember, I remember
…The seat we shared and when,
And watched the world go racing by
…And racing by again.
It mattered not how fast it ran,
…How rough turned out the ride
On rocket ship or Rattler,
…When we were side by side.
I remember, I remember
…When you came to my door.
And searched me out till I was found,
…Like treasure one hunts for.
I love you for the worth you gave
…To my life in that quest,
That out of all the others there,
…That you loved me the best.
I remember, I remember
…The moment that I knew,
When we met within the halls,
…I was in love with you.
Without a thought of where we were,
…I started to reach out
And wrap you up inside my arms,
…But others were about.
I remember, I remember
…A very special place,
Where I so gently raised your chin;
…And then a warm embrace.
There, I was lost as man can be
…Within your whirlpool eyes,
And magic of your gentle touch,
…The wonder of your sighs.
I remember, I remember
…The secrets that we shared,
A knowing wink across the room
…That showed each of us cared.
And when someone came in our space,
…And broke the fragile bond,
We sighed for our own loneliness
…And wished that he were gone.
I remember, I remember
…The stories that you told
Of your life, trusting it to me
…To have, and safely hold.
And in those tales, I heard of one
…Who sought an inner peace,
And found some ways that did not work
…And vowed that they would cease.
I remember, I remember
…The things that did not last,
That aren’t now flesh, but fingerprints
…That mark what is the past.
Those are the things that are no more;
…And mourn for them I must.
The only thing that keeps me sane,
…And this alone I trust –
That I’ll remember; I’ll remember.
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photo by Dez Pain at https://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nWWdhGs/Valentine+Cats+4
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
That’s quite some poem Dennis.
Thank you, sir.
Beautiful, Dennis. So well executed. I think my favorite line is the one about the things now gone being no longer “flesh, but fingerprints.” And as every year passes in my life, I am more aware and more grateful for memories. There have been a good many periods in my life the past few years when memories are the only “happy” things. People talk about “making memories” when they are young, but I wonder if they have any idea just how precious those memories will actually be in years to come.
Thank you. Good memories are wonderful and they’re still being made! 🙂