Autumn pond

 I remember what I was meant to and forget what I was not. I remember the keys on my desktop, little reminders of stories told, and I remember how the words flowed like a strong river current. I remember the music and the smell of incense burning. Behind closed eyes, I see the candles glow and dance to the gentle breeze, my mind at peace with itself for now. I remember laughter, road trips, and good friends and lovers. If only I could go back in time to carefree days and experience it all again, but my memories will have to do as I tap out words and stories. Some read, others only my reminders of times gone forever fading into the mist on an autumn morning pond.

Mike 2024