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Moments Made Memories

by Kerri Miller

what has become of what we knew,
moments made memories so precious, the few,
the amount of love did depreciate,
life long searching for my soul mate,
I knew of you then, know of you now,
ever since you took the vow,
the rings of engagement,
or is it engaged by the ring,
whatever the reason there is no real meaning.

I close my eyes, I see your face,
I smell your fragrance,
your warm embrace.
I open my eyes, you are out of sight,
distant stranger in the night.
I close my ears, I hear you whispering my name,
kiss upon me, mixing pleasure with pain.
I open my ears, the sound of silence,
nothing,
words you don’t say.
I close my heart, I feel your hands,
and I love you for making me feel this way.
I open my heart, all has escaped,
the moments made memories,
all seem to fade.

11-06-03

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