Remembered

by Gloria Watts

If I could just remember the time, the day, the when and where we last met. It used to be all so easy, a picture frame set in my head always there, always available whenever wanted. What happened, did it fade, built upon by many favourable memories, until smothered, it lived no more? If I could find it, to see once more your face, that smile; happiness absent for so long would again be mine. Crazy old woman, so long ago, a love lost in time, hidden deep in years passed. A love drowned, and now…at last breath, a dream restored, a love remembered, a love returned.

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Gloria Watts is a retired Further Education Lecturer living in the UK. She enjoys writing flash fiction, short stories and poetry; much of her work has been published online. (Always busy, Gloria loves gardening, watercolour painting and her regular yoga sessions.)