Blankly staring for miles —

huge, dumb grin at nothing in particular.

I’m everywhere I’ve ever been, reflecting on moments long passed,

times we laughed, stirred pots, clinked glasses.

I’m there, then,

but I fade in and out of coming to, just long enough to see

I’m still here, now.

Is it ever only a memory?

In between he times I was pleasantly blindsided, the times I was

dumbfounded by what stands right in front of me.

The fond farewells I look back on with a grin,

the times I stood in the rain,

the goodbyes I’ve exchanged,

tearful then, tearful now.

Is it ever only a memory?

The time slips through our fingers,

I’ve been sleepwalking.

A blur, a whirlwind,

we have today and today only, yet

I am the sum of

everything I’ve ever done.

Is it ever only a memory?

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