Living In Memory.
The air is thick with remembered pleasures.
Is alive with memory's trained sightings.
Where tho' is the lovelight we both treasured?
Hiding in unforgiveness, ...... and blighted.
We had the present as future.... Now passed
Over as unwanted gain, it painfully
Reminds the hot tears not to fall any faster.
Love only lives now down memory lane.
poem by Fay Slimm
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