Vol. 4 Ch. 5 P. 1

face, portrait

Simple joys —
a soft touch,
a low whisper,
a warm embrace,
a sweet kiss —
as quick as a heartbeat
but as resonant as the toll of a church bell
with echoes reverberating into time
long after the moment has gone …

These are the little pieces
I sew into the quilt of my mind
where colorful scraps,
small and insignificant alone,
become a vast expanse of comforting warmth.
Layers upon layers of treasured memories —
spanning minutes, hours, days,
months, years, even decades —
blend into each other to form a consciousness
that is defined by you,
and only you.

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