It's funny how life works.
How the heart works.
How the soul works.
Memories like swarming bees,
faint, but there... in the background.
In the back of the mind.
Still there.
It lives in my clock, in the time
at the bottom of the computer,
in the milage gage on my car.
The bright red numbers on the car
radio, screaming it.
You never truely forget someone,
anyone.
Everything ties them to memory.
The song, a certain smell, a time
of year. The years before.
Memories are all we take with us.
It's not the ticket stub, or a
card, or even photo.
They all just bring us back to that
one moment...
one moment of pleasure or pain.
Our lives are made up so completely
of these one moments... one momory.
Nothing dies completely.
As long as there one memory, one thought
on a clock radio, it's never truely gone.
I can't say I regret anything I've done.
I can say I wish I'd done things a little
differently. I wish I knew then,
what I know now.
But you can't change anything, and dwelling
on what could have been, or what should
have been doesn't really do anyone any good.
Moments of clarity bring maturity that
only time can give.
So my memories lie in the here and now.
Pushing back the ones from yesterday.
The ones from months ago.
The ones from years ago.
In 10 years we'll think back and laugh.
In 20 it will be a smudge on our life's
time line.
The clock might mean the same thing,
who knows.
What I do know is, I still remember, and
I won't forget.
This is life. Right or wrong.
This is how it should, and will be.
I'm open to the next, can't wait to
remember my tommorows.

¶ 10/26/2005 03:46:00 AM