4619. Postscript XXI

Spin me a memory

Let it play on an overhead projector

Light spilling onto the walls

Let the stillness of each slide tell its story

Of a perfect moment

Captured in a frame


Paint me a story

Let it pour from a boom box

Tickle my fancy

Let the rhythm lead me through those familiar steps

The ones I have walked before


Sing me an echo

Of a time gone past

Let it reverberate


Shake cobwebs from my mind

Let it ring true

Appealing and instilling the soul with clarity


Let it remind me of the light

Spilling on the walls

Illuminating the path

Dancing to a memory

Only we know

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