~ Meredith ~
I’m still here
Sometimes this happens. I see a photograph and half-remembered words rise manatee-slow to the surface of my mind. They linger there for a moment — bits of a poem or the lyric to a song, maybe a line of dialog — then often as not the image and the lines re-submerge, barely leaving a ripple, and are gone.
Sometimes this happens. The photograph and the words lodge themselves comfortably in my mind and stay a while. I rarely make the effort to find out where I came across the words. What novel, what poem, what writer, what song — none of that really matters. Nor does it matter if I’ve remembered the words correctly. I’ve remembered the feeling of the words, and somehow that feeling is related to the photograph. That’s enough.
The leaves of memory made a mournful rustling in the dusk.
And this…
They made themselves a part of fancies floating through the brain, long-lost ventures of the heart will send no answers back again.
I’m fairly sure those lines are from the same source. Don’t ask me what it is or what it means. I don’t know, and I won’t attempt to find out. I’m content to look at this photograph and feel what I feel.
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