Iconic memories become photographs

in the album


Faded memories

become dust between the pages




Our evening walk on the Plaza

jogs a memory


walking with friends, here

years ago


I had forgotten





I strolled this same square

by this same church


Janet on my left

Sweet Louise on my right


free and easy

feeling adult in my independence


childish enough to know better

on the cusp




The memory faded

supplanted by new joys and trials




I find myself again in Santa Fe

this time to live


Walking by the church it hits me

I've been here before


The memory comes rushing back in full

with all the associated feelings


of that remarkable, carefree

coming-of-age summer


and a sadness for the passing of time

There is no going back




But I am back







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Written on 2020-09-07 at 01:02

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I know the feeling . . . I felt the same when I visited the place I grew up. I really like the 'universal appeal' of your poem.