what will we remember?by
tnunComment by blindjustice: what will we remember? a poem.
As the years go past,
and you reminisce,
of the first day of school,
or first person you kissed,
and your memory fades,
of your wee younger times,
with small messy faces
and small schoolyard rhymes,
will you picture me there,
though you can't sketch my face
on your mind's drawing board,
in your deepest safe place?
will you cry out at night
when your soul cannot rest,
when you cannot recall,
the times I consider best?