I find that memories of nights gone past
Slip and fade into a misted chasm,
And to dredge but one with the net I cast
Is hard- I grab and struggle to catch them.
I am peering deep seeking lost moments
Shadows so elusive evade my grasp
Some sparkle with the clarity of gems-
The curl of his hair- or a necklace clasp.
Yet others
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