And if memories

And if memories

are all I have left of you,

then I will swim deep

in those memories

for all the years 

that are left to me

Edward Lee b. 1957

The Attic

And after you were gone
And I knew
I would never see you again,
I folded my memory of you
And my love for you
Like an old lace shawl
That is too fragile
To be worn daily
And too precious to be thrown away
And placed them in a trunk
In the attic of my mind.

© 2007 William Fox Payne