erasing all images, I have stored in my heart of you?
Is life so shallow that our existence consists of only what we touch?
And, if when we remember, does it have to be like a dream
or a fantasy we are not sure we even experienced?
How can I bring back what I once felt, what I once loved?
How can I bring back the stars that seemed to touch my fingertips,
the moon that brightened even the darkest of all of my nights?
How can I bring back the light that entered my being ,
how, when I do not even have you?
Note: Just sharing a piece of writing I once wrote.