Intriguing how reflection and memory
seem to have a way of mixing things up,
softening some of the hard edges,
smoothing over the rough parts.
Just as departure and distance and time
never really allow one
to completely sever, leave.
Within the remnants will arise
an ever-growing sense of understanding,
once, perhaps, never known.
Desired or not, all moments,
however dire, splendid or tender,
will ensure a fascination
to those who truly wish to see.
For it was. It is.
And as it haunts, soothes and inspires,
it shall forever be.