precious unaltered moments
the symmetry of which
never wavers
even when out of focus
as images do
in the memory of ones’ mind
laughter repeating
over and over again
& you know
it is completing
the song
the dance
colors languish
a day never to repeat
as no two are the same
because you know
in your heart of hearts
in another time
you will meet
© March 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From The Morgue File
No two memories are the same. No two are alike. The resemblance ends with the many different people who have them, even though they might have been in the same place at the same time. What do you see, when you see a specific color, a winding road, a waterfall? What brings to your mind the smell of food cooking, bread baking? We each store our memories in different ways and our senses bring them alive each day that we live. In this way we are never really alone.
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