There’s a memory I have
of a past without a future.
A memory of a time that returns,
again and again,
to hold my mind enthralled,
to constrict my chest and tighten my throat
and clench my eyes and teeth and then,
to release all that it grips
in a sigh.
A sigh that shudders to escape
and free the tears that follow.
This memory I will seek and find again.
And again. And again.
It is my loveliest memory of them all.