there are moments
if not taken down and sighted
go unremebered
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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