there are moments,
if not taken down and sighted,
go unremembered,
sighed away and forgotten
some, times
more precious, than others
romantic and loved
become road marks.
recalled and enjoyed
over and over,
time intervals
in the treasury of memory
events personal and secret,
yet, if not shared
are buried,
ignoble and forgotten
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