So many moments on the peripheral lost
times laughing
holding the same breath
as friends
waiting upon time to catch up
under the shade of a maple
in the middle of a summer afternoon
or watching the moon creep
from behind pale clouds
on a cold winter night
shivering in an alley
beside an old humid bar.

Admittedly there is something so difficult
associated with even the idea
of remembering every little thing
something so naive that
it’s commonly accepted as folly
trying to recall
anything but the most remarkable moments
a collection of items
that for one reason or another
stick with us
for however long
providing internal definition
whether we remember them correctly
or not.


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