Feelings of euphoria, if even for just a day
feuilleton or stichomythia, words I can't even say
scoring the winning goal in the championship game
raising you up over their shoulders
basking in your thirty seconds of fame
Tomorrow will they remember your name?
That sunny summer afternoon by the lake
skipping stones watching the ripples float away
seeing her beautiful reflection bobbing in the waves
taking her hand as she took your breath away
how that seemed like just yesterday
Would she even remember your name?
The harvest moon shining brightly through the window
you squeezing my hand so very tight
the nurse wiping your brow
pain in your voice but a smile on your face
when the doctor handed you that little girl
How we decided on that perfect name.
Memories come and memories go
but how you will be remembered
is up to you
Categories:
stichomythia, love, memory,
Form: Free verse