I have so few memories of you, <br />not because I have forgotten most, <br />but because they are all we had. <br />I can draw each memory <br />on paper like a still life, <br />I remember them so well. <br />I have spend so many days <br />in these memories, <br />naturally it is as if I had <br />lived an entire life with you. <br />But a life of longing, <br />because I know that these memories <br />are all I will ever have of you <br />and they are unchanging. <br />Though I may imagine <br />telling you things I had always <br />wanted to tell you, <br />the memories are frozen in place <br />and my words are lost <br />somewhere in space. <br />I always end up saying the same thing, <br />which is nothing at all. <br />When you spoke to me, <br />the very few times you did, <br />I never replied, <br />not because I didn't want to <br />(it was the only thing I wanted) , <br />but because your presence <br />was of unspeakable eminence, <br />and overwhelmed my fragile being. <br />You filled space like nothing else could. <br />It was as if I swam to the bottom <br />of the ocean and tried to speak <br />to you from there. <br />How can one speak in <br />the presence of such beauty, <br />and such sorrow in eyes?<br /><br />B.B. Loring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-him-i-give-consolidation-for-my-awe-struck-silences/
