I don't want to think of you...but I do. <br /> <br />I recall the sweet years of yesterday. <br />I especially remember you. You with the dark, <br />silken hair and as your eyes fluttered like angel wings, <br />laughter danced in your eyes <br /> <br />You constantly spoke of things to be. A symphony <br />or words and thought. Every moment, your entire being, <br />propelled into life and they adventures it held. <br />Forever racing toward the next discovery. <br />Toward all the mysteries of life, that had <br />yet been revealed. <br /> <br />A lone butterfly, gliding in the summers day, to watching <br />a New Years celebration, to the last flower on the <br />threshold of winter, you held all, as a treasure of <br />life. You embraced every experience, as a <br />testament of living. <br /> <br />What of my treasures? What do I hold dear? Surely, <br />among them, are the moments, I have spent with you. <br /> <br />I often wonder, do you think of me...as I have thought of you? <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-im-trying-to-forget/
