Have patience. It will come back — that which is forgotten will return.
You will see it very miniscule, a dot in the horizon.
Move towards it. It moves towards you.
The foreverness of its approach …. it is too slow ….
And not clearly seen ….
What makes this remembrance twinkle in and out?
To be closer is not clearer….
To be further is not more clouded.
©2015 Frances Ann Osborne