The simple, the anodyne, the seemingly trivial
An act such as watching the sun rise,
The waves race with futility to the shores,
Aimless walks across barren lands
All has so much
significance
When you are with
the love of your life
When the world seem so distant apart
And the heart throbs with longing
It is the little memories that keep the embers,
Of love smoldering, the candles flickering
Even in the strongest winds
Warming and providing light –the little memories
When the details of love become blurry
Fading slowly, receding to the horizon
Its steady strides leading it to oblivion
Little memories become stop overs
Offering detours back to where the heart belonged
And, gazing back, the past is more alluring
Than the unknown in which the heart seeks
