Memory is a way of
holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things
you never want to lose.
199X - .. a winding path in a snowy town with 2 bags of things
needed to prepare dinner for him.. ears and nose were not feeling..
hands were numb.. blood froze as my feet hurried to smother
him with the smell of
slightly burnt bacon.. the first touch of love. innocent, pure
& very absolute.
200X - ... a straight road.. cars zipping by and disappearing in
flashes into the inky night.. feet hurt unbearably in 3-inched
heels, breathful of vodka and teary eyed.. walking was never such
sweet torment in that 4 hours when running away paled in trickles
that rolled off my thickly powdered forehead.. had to sit for a
paper in 2 hours time. the phone was very silent that night. love
touched down. much later, i passed the paper with an A but i lost
him and found a dancing
& broken girl in me.
remembering?
