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.