gliding down memory lane
where everything is better.
i can't think of any memory i'd want to share.
decades later,the lryics of songs tug at the heart;
a face, a fragrance.
too hard to do , this act of remembering.
like the books i've read and not remembered
till the end; like my own stories, told too often now.
memories, a word i have to force myself to return to
to keep myself from revisiting the past.