Fight

Fight for her.

You know who I am talking about. I know you still remember.

Dig further into your brown square moving boxes of memories

You’ll find the scent. The tempo of leisurely siesta of golden age. Citrus bliss of youth blending graciously with the earth that abundantly provides.

Fragments of tender vignettes have been waiting here all along, sinking further into the inevitable abyss.

The touch. The smile. The softness. You do remember, don’t you?

So: fight for her. Do not neglect the promise sworn on that bridge. Onwards. Don’t look back. Fight for her.

8.22.2021