Tripping Over A Memory Poem by David Harris

I keep tripping over a memory
that should have left behind.
My life has become a puzzle
and there are pieces I cannot find.
Each becomes more a mystery
as I travel my journey through.
This memory I keep tripping over
is not an unpleasant one,
but why does my mind
always replay just that one scene.
Is there something that I am missing,
something I should have seen
and my mind wants me to remember
that something I can clearly not.
The answer for my dilemma
may come to me one day,
until that day comes along,
I’ll keep tripping over a memory
that I should have left behind.

23 August 2008