We remember the good times…
We remember the bad times…
while memories are held captive on photographs
and the years flow by like a raging river;
The days of our lives obscure the words
that are so easily tossed about like
cats toying endlessly with mice, labeling
conflicts as healthy byproducts of love;
Over the years we have endured and
lured into our minds, abstract symptoms
of what might not have been meant to be
yet somehow persistence survived it all;
There is no mediation assigned here
only that which was our destiny as if
we had no choice in the matter even
though brutal choices had been made;
Perhaps no courage or honor lives
at the foot of our bed, but the blanket
of loyalty covers us in the winter and
cools us in the summer without fail;
We are with fault and limitations
We are careless and reckless with words
We live on the fine edge of maturity
We depend on each other’s silent forgiveness;
Years float by us like last night’s dreams
oftentimes forgotten before remembered
still, in the wake of time’s flowing river
we will always be each other’s Valentine.
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