Flashbacks of Authentic Dreams

Memories of good times.

With a brief close of my eyes,

Pictures would start to materialize.

Like pieces of a movie, they play on the walls of my mind.

They seem so surreal; like momentary fantasies.

Memories…

That plague me…

Day out and day in.

Memories that have no end.

I remember everything: every smile, every touch…

Every kiss.  I miss them so much.

Your voice, your laugh…

They all have charted their own path…

Each one has their own vein; their own artery.

Each one flows like blood throughout my anatomy.

With every visual recollection, I feel you…even more…inside of me.

I can still hear you say you love me.

I feel you down to my soul.

No matter where I go…

No matter what I do, memories assail me.

I call them… flashbacks of authentic dreams.