She Remembered Only Him

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Letters were always signed Mario'Nor
Mario + Leonor
In spite of whatever takes place in history it is always the love stories that prevail timeless.  As if the emotion was first struck in the heart, we remember the weight of the longing.  Even when you console a relative with failing memory that her loved one has passed, the mind regards only they are away for a moment "at the grocery store" or "in town" for a visit.  The mind forgets only the current pain of old age as we ourselves fade from this world, we still protect ourselves.  For she remembered only him.


"I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet heart."

We look into the eyes of ourselves
See the abyss of memories
The soul caught those few moments
That defined our time
Spent on this earth
In this world to experience.
We stand tall and silent, waiting
Dignified for the moment
That slips into another hand of the clock
That measures meaningless
Because the love we have does not fade
It grows stronger
And although your physical self
disappeared
I only remember you
As all else current becomes only
Photographs unfolded
Waiting for something
For you to come home

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