Recollections

Images from books I've read, dance around inside my head. Like fireflies in the night sky, are images that refuse to die. Thoughts of memories inside my mind, are becoming the only ones I can find. Recollected from the past, why did these certain memories last? Some are painful, some are nice, still on these memories I can't put a price. Sometimes I wonder where we'd be at if you had lived. We were close as could be till I got sick. Either life threw a curve or life played a trick. Your memory now is how I reminisce. After all you were there when I experienced my first kiss.