Pieces of You and Me
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" John Ruskin, 1853
It was just another memory
the aftermath of time and life in brevity,
recovered in the dreams of night
slipping on the imagery of true delights
where two lives lay quietly subdued
holding tight to leftover pieces of me and you.
Some of those memories liveon in bliss
easily tucked away in destiny's first kiss
held fast like a first unexpected experience shared
was it a hit or miss when we paired?
Now, as time has marked our years
who was the first to cry love's tears?
That first encounter was just my arrogance and pride
in retrospect I see, how well I lied
I said I didn't like you and you were just being kind
but your touch clouded my soul and mind,
those little occurrences that too easily slipped
reasured all was well lived as my wings were being clipped.
Pressed in the photo album, notes and pictures underscored
the pictures faded and blurry but still endures
with rose petals brittle, dried and brown
apologies of when I so often played the clown
kept safe and secure, each memories are retained,
only now, can I measure, everything we've gained.
The cards that said I love you
the notes that we'd get through,
a lock from our child's hair
the first report card with an A
petals from her wedding day,
a dried tear from when she went away.
These are the memories that together we recall
when you and I had given it our all
the joy, the laughter, the sadness and the tears
scattered melodies of our rhythms seered
in life experiences no longer here,
sleep restfully, every dream can still be near.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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