I Love My Life

My memory is all l have, moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reasons. And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute, like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness and erase my life, my memory as was predicted.