On the backdrop of memory I still see you; Time's sand trapping you forever in my heart. Sometimes it is so gentle, a mere whisper, a soft tugging at memory's sleeve. Others times... It is here and now - but no, not the present at all, only the past speaking loud, refusing to be resigned to long ago and far away. Leaving me to ache for that yesterday. Truth be told, I am not sure I want these memories to fade into colours of sepia, and cobwebbed mistyness of forgetfulness, their edges smoothed and softened. For in those moments when they crystalize into such clarity of the now, you are with me. For that tiny space of time, the door is open and again we are together.
