all that i am

I can still see the change of light of every visit

I can still feel the sand in my shoes as I slip them on
to go back to work






I can still hear the sound of the pound of the waves upon the shore

I can still remember our own beach days...down the shore





I can still taste the sweetness of the usual done extraordinarily

















I can still feel all of the blessed feelings of all our gathered days



















but I still forget...the one thing I so need to remember...