Let Me Remember

Life holds us all within her gentle grasp
While we judge and are judged ourselves;
Those we encounter along the way
Form lasting friendships as others fade;
To b e close and dear comes not often, so
What we share is simply and quietly remembered
Like a bright light inside – a beacon which
Guides us like a magnificent obsession to
Not risk never having been touched at all.
Ill words are sometimes spoken and soon forgotten
But the scars, like our own features, remain
With us forever as we anonymously give,
And are sometimes asked to give again.
When our journey dissolves and life’s
Gentle grasp is no more, we selfishly mourn
That intangible feeling that we tangibly held so dear.
Our tears of love flow freely, gently nourishing
That illusive, inescapable fear that hides
Itself in the pit of our souls, urging us to
Reach out for something we cannot have…
And touch that which we must remember alone.
We hurt because we care…
And we care because we love…
And we love because life is too damn special
To be treated any other way.

June 1974