My Memory

It gives me moments
Takes me on
I paint it
Talk to it
Ask it to shut up
Learn skills to sharpen it
Look up to it
Make love to it
Write about it
Share it
I give up on it
Sedate it
Sometimes wish for a wipe out
But I guess the MEMORY has a journey of it's own
I fool around & call it MY MEMORY
It is mine & yet....
Look at me
Tell me what happened?
And who can answer this....


The gaps are filled in with time, Always.