So that I don't forget,
because my memory often fails me,
and my imagination grows weaker, as I grow older.
Right now, it is the memory of something,
of Someone.
Some kind of flare of attraction,
Some kind of bond in loneliness,
in the search for someone
to 'love'.
Some kind of affection, found too late.
Found before he moves to a distant place,
with a small chance of a future meeting,
except maybe in a couple of years in passing,
maybe never again.
Or at least never again when the timing,
or when the search, aligns.
But hope rests,
in those few moments shared, before he left.
When it was finally recognized that there was a strong affinity,
a shoulder to lean on,
a shoulder to kiss.
Maybe one sided,
but none the less,
a memory that I want to hold on to,
to treasure,
to keep,
to put me to sleep.
A memory to distract
and think of all that could have been.
To live in fantasy
and imagine what probably never actually would have been.
But a person, can dream.
