We Lost

In that reminisce, the magic

of a spectacular memory,

Can sometimes haunt a guy.

A person, perhaps we’ll all

know our limits in time,

that peace of our existence.

A picture spoke to me

yesterday, followed by a sermon.

I wonder if that even touched

the imagination of her stoic

personality. It would seem

necessary to figure out a way,

to let the river rise,

and float away our fears.