Elusive Memory
I remember well
the last time
we shared a cup of coffee,
or was it tea?
I remember well
the blue dress you wore,
or was it purple?
I remember well
our last conversation.
You were worried about your mother,
or was it your sister?
Then, you were gone, forever.
I remember that perfectly.
Every moment should be saved
as if it were the last moment,
so that memories when taken
from the back pocket of the mind
can be looked at clearly,
moved from hand to hand,
given a spit shine,
held close to the heart,
before putting back
for a later time.
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