Valentine Days -- Now But a Memory

VALENTINE DAYS – NOW BUT A MEMORY

By A. Garcia-Wiltse

How sweet the memories of shared affection – of love that flowed and grew each day – of passion that amplified the serenity and contentment that came with each moment shared – and of the warm embraces -- and the silences that spoke what words could never say.

How I remember the days – like footprints in the sand.  Each unique but momentary -- fleeting – as the waves of time erase the days and the footprints left behind. 

And it is when left alone on a sandy beach – with only one set of footprints -- where once there were two – that the tears overwhelm – and the memories devastate – the mind and very soul that used to beat in harmony with a heart complete – a heart fulfilled.

Those were the days – Valentine Days – now but a memory – that bring back the unbearable nearness of separation – of devastation – of loss.  And remembering the moments shared is what keeps the footprints in the sand from dissolving and forever melting into the waves of time.  And although only in my mind and heart – our footsteps on the sand still echo the days that were – and Valentine’s Day awakes the dream of you – and of what used to be – and what made me feel so fulfilled – so complete – every moment of every day.

Valentine’s Day – now but a memory of a moment in time – that awake a passion that is no more – and can never be.