Memories of the heart linger heavy on the mind.

They tease us in our dreams all night leaving emptiness to find.

We meander down a dusty old country road with guards down.

Soon our mind is back in time, In some long forgotten town.

Ourselves we see so strong and bubbling full of life.

Unknowns to us at this point, love can slash like a sharp knife.

This scars the heart and makes it hard for love to find.

It’s way through callused memories of our confused mind.

As I reach the end of the dusty old country road.

I look down and see my wife’s hand in mine warm to hold.

Not a word is said and I realize quite some time has passed.

I know for us time stands still, our love is here to last.

© Dan S.