The Memory

The memory

Was born that night,

Under the stars, 

Waiting to be replayed

Within the dark depths of the brain.

It begins to tease

Throughout the next day,

Pushing past what's important

To be in the forefront

Of every subject, conversation, and thought,

Causing delightful shivers

Running up and down

The spine, 

Even if the memory was unwanted

At that particular moment.

The memory fades

In and out of focus

As time passes,

Eventually becoming buried

Under the many new memories,

New experiences,

New dreams accomplished. 

One night I sit under the stars,

Sit and reflect,

Pulling out memories

One by one,

Beginning with

The first time I remembered.

Every moment,

I relive,

Closing my eyes and swaying

To the music of joy

And the sorrow of pain.

Then suddenly I come upon

The memory.

The one born that night

Under the stars. 

Giving me more life

Than I had experienced

In a long, long time.

A small smile graces my lips

As I replay the memory

Until daylight breaks through

The shadows of the night.