The unguarded memories
The moments that no one knows about
Because no evidence exists
Except for the picture painted when eyelids close
The recollection when a whiff of perfume transcends the air for a brief second
The warmth of a hand shyly reaching for another
The heart at ease, safely at shore
There’s not a single photograph
But in your mind
It’s as if it all happened yesterday.


13 thoughts on “Untraced

      1. I should. Though I suppose there is a resolve with the gradual release of time. Otherwise I’ll make myself sick with what is only dreamed of. Though I’d go great lengths for just a few of her words.

  1. Hi Erica,
    just letting you know the day is finally here! My book has been published today, and I’ve just posted links to it. The poems born in it from our inter-blog interactions are:
    Words On A Bridge;
    Words Unmet.

    Thank you for the encouragement and inspiration.

      1. Thank you very much, Erica, I hope you enjoy it. It took a while, but we got there 🙂 all of your input and comments are much appreciated

  2. So amazingly true – for the good and the bad. I believe it is truly profound how long a memory lasts. And how vivid the pictures remain. As always, I hope all is good across the sea. I really like this one.

      1. Likewise over here. We had a little snow but it’s melted! I thought I lived north enough but I guess moving 3 hours south makes a pretty big impact.

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