I once read in a book that good memories are like jewels. We need to bring back the art of the love letter, on the most beautiful piece of stationary, with the finest calligraphy we can muster, and using an old-fashion fountain pen and ink. It’s difficult to tie a ribbon with love around a computerized note.
I thought I’d forgotten, but it all
rushed back again. Then I found
a vinyl and played what was “our song”
causing more tears at aught askew
and my loving memories of you.