Your memories
Play like a film
Without sound
Before me, slowly
Those good times
Are still alive
Very much so
Somewhere, not now
This place, this face
These things you shared
Are kept close
Like a teardrop
But they are not mine
These journeys
They inspire
And show me much
So I shall from now
Remember and love
Start my own film
Together with yours
Sunday, July 06, 2008
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