What really matters

On some beach
that never ends
I'm with her
in my mind...
and just for a few moments
I can pretend
that things never change
that sometimes we
walk hand-in-hand
forever.

This is my dream -
to stop time
like it seemed
to happen
long ago...
when, in those moments,
I had nothing
else to do,
no other responsibilities...
nowhere to go
no deadlines,
no to-do lists,
and just for a while
there was no one else.

That is what I remember!
Moments
frozen in time.

That is what love
seems to be...
those moments you
remember...
There is something
in those moments
that has a certain meaning
that endures -

a feeling...
an image...
something said...
or shared...
certain sounds
in the background...
whatever it is you
remember
is all that really matters.

By Bruce Whealton
April 24th, 2009

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