Collecting Memories

As I sat, listeningto your words,following gestures –            lines connecting,       detaching, intersecting,        circling all around youpassionately expressingdetails of where you’ve beenin such joyous promptitude                     I wondered how it felt                              to be you. How do the stories,words, and thoughtsfile inside the memoryof such a gentle soul?How amazing to carrythose moments,retracting themat a push of a thought. Each of us is connectedby an action,a            lapse          in            time,a twinkling.... pace            causing a scene forlater viewingalone in personal timefull of tears or giggles. Your smile pausedthe very thought of menoticing the attentiveness.In such erratic tone,the seconds lasted an eternitywhen you leaned in,closed your eyes,kissed me for the first timeand my momentwas quickly filed under “L o v e.”