I wish I had a pensieve –
So I could relive memories as I please.

And yet when I close my eyes
I can picture every moment with you –
Every story you’ve shared with crystal clear ease;
Not a shroud of mist in sight.

Is this the magic of entangling memories with sense?
Of deepening the story –
perhaps the only way to evade memento mori ….

Even if — even if only for a few more seconds.

I’ll take it.

This hack living in plain sight,
Exposed through you as a conduit in my life.

Mhmm – I’ll take it.