Scribblory

Let me capture moments that vanish quickly, too fast for our memory to catch.

You see, you got to grab hold of them in their presence, for catching them by tail leaves you solely of their crumbs - their precious, tiny, tiny bits.

I point you to my website - Scribblory - Scribbling from Memory. If the word isn't familiar to you, it's because I invented it.

Scribblory.

I write to remember.

Your mere abstraction

I don't know where you are now,

but I have my memories of you.

Anytime, I can close my eyes 

and in your mere abstraction,

I can draw the shape of your face,

your hair, your brows,

your eyes, your nose,

and your lips.

I can deeply breathe

and smell the scent of your skin

and your clothes.

I can lace the fingers of my hands together,

and feel the texture of your palm.

In my mind, I can ask you,

"How's your day?"

and hear your voice,

answering me back.

I can tell you my silly jokes,

and hear your crazy laughter.

Anytime, I can be 

with your mere abstraction,

for as long as I want to, and

just as long as I close my eyes.

In my mind, I can love you

as much as I want to,

and imagine you

loving me back.