It’s Memorial day again. Another consecutive day of so many hours meandering along the trail of life’s traverse of day to night. A rebirth and resurrection of all that once not so long ago seemed to be eternal. The heartfelt recollections of those other about you that are no longer here to speak, save in old ‘bric brac’ undisturbed under the layers of dust that you have yet to have the heart to touch. A celebration of those many many good times. And of that other path that you might have taken that could have led to much more happiness. Or not? The price paid for continued longevity being the growing awareness of fit companionship linked provided only by one’s own solitude. An ongoing party attended by an increasing number of fading ghosts. That old tired wrinkled face in the mirror that you now have to live with. But whose ownership you can no longer claim. Memories of so many other wasted moments passed in ignorance on this same holiday’s refrain. Could you have reached out for just a single moment more to beg an unwarranted hug or kiss? That tenderness of incessant companionship that unending tedium of unending bliss. That life is forever gone now. In details small and large. That serendipity an idle horn now no longer blurting out inside for one’s mourned. There is just you and that unending chain of this and that. Of a watch chain here and there a sweat stained brimmed weather worn old hat. So long ago that ancient song so far away when dreams could be dreamed so effortlessly and lived lively about you. Now it’s fleeting in your head like an escaping butterfly fluttering threatening to expire if you don’t let it out to live again.
That Day Immemorial