Muscles Maybe

These moments frozen in time

We call them memories

Holding emotion and ties

Threads that contain reality

If one was to cut loose

Do they all pull?  And fall away?

I stare into photographs

Of love, of joy, of hope, and cry

Feeling a feeling of something lost

Somewhere in me

In my muscles maybe

These memories live

Over and over, the life they know

And I wonder

As I live my own

What I know…

I stare at these images

Of love, of relation, of memory

And in me I know

All are a past

But there is no past, only now

And I wonder are they all dead

Or just in my head

They’ve grown apart

A part of me

A part from me

And I don’t know them anymore

Although I could

If I chose, but I don’t, so I don’t

And one day they die

I remember my images

And am saddened and I feel sorry

Again for something lost

But I cant put my finger on it or why

They are all dead or will die

No one for sure will ever know why

All of this we hold on to with dear life

With

Dear

Life

With dear life

With dear life

If only I knew

Why

ⓒ 2003 Shawn Michael Quinn