I remember a face,
I never saw,
bouncing around,
in my mind.
It bobs and weaves,
ducks and covers,
explodes into my mind's eye,
I can't shake the beautiful face,
of one of my loves,
who I've never met.
She stopped me in the light,
scrapped away insecurities,
and stood me back up on shaking feet;
an infant learning to walk on cold tiles,
desperate for feminine approval.
Georgia.
We always recall our past lovers,
with such fond memories and warm hearts,
much more than we did when we were with them.
Maybe the answer is simple;
we never gave them enough credit,
when we were in love with them.
Sadness and bad moments,
pass from memory,
easily enough,
because they are common.
Happy moments linger awhile,
and dance on in your mind,
and memories of love,
well, those last forever.
Andy Veilleux 