My Memories of You

By Dale Willett

My memories are precious,

My memories of you.

I treasure them dearly;

I keep them hidden from view.

In the vault of my mind,

With no lock and no key,

It cannot be opened

By anyone but me.

I take them out

From time to time

To polish and clean them,

Keep them fresh in my mind.

To keep you here near me,

And to never forget

How valuable they are

To me, and yet

I still feel so poor,

So alone and deprived

Because you’re no longer among us,

You’re no longer alive.

So I cry to myself,

As I lay down to sleep,

And I still cling to you

Through the memories I keep.

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