MEMORIES

It couldn't have been that long ago

we talked.

It seems so near

your touch.

Why it was only last year, wasn't it,

we met?

Just yesterday I thought of you.

I often do.

How could I have forgotten

the years?

When so clearly I remember

your face.

How quickly dreams fade and passion

becomes patience.

Memories rush in sometimes

and it's hard to tell the now from then

but you are always with me. 

*****

Poem by,

Thomas J. Simms

tjs1040@verizon.net