Memories sneak up on us like a thief in the night,
robbing us of our peace of mind.
Music has the ability to quicken our pulse –
yearning for a lost lover.
Fragrances trigger an involuntary response,
constricting our hearts.
The taste of a loved one can never be forgotten,
like the first cup of coffee that quenches our thirst.
The texture of the object of our love –
an ache felt deep within our very souls.
The forces that drive the tides cannot be described –
a look from a stranger triggers recognition.
Hold the memories lightly in the palm of your hand.
Be selective who you choose to create memories with.
2 OCTOBER 2016
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2016