Looking upon the jagged skyline
of a city that I truly love
I think of all the people I’ve met
And those that I often think of
Many of them have forgotten me
And that’s all right with me
For when I put them into words
They are with me eternally
I remember them for who they are
For what they’ve come to mean
To me and my forthcoming years
And upon which I can lean.
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Of Love and Longing 
Sigh, if people remembered me as we do…
Memories are fickle things. We remember things as we’d wish them to be sometimes
I knowww. Issue with me is if I want to stop the time hold it close and let it be 😦
that’s what we do with our words 🙂
There was these lyrics about memories in a song that I love: “memories are just where you laid them; dragging waters till the depths give up their dead” , probably because memories can bring us back to things long gone, in our own minds.
Beautiful poem, and thanks for reading mine. 🙂
Thank you, I agree, when photos or videos are not in evidence, memories are all that we have 🙂 And for some of us our memories live on in stories or poems.
And you are welcome!