Filed away

     A tiny whisper chills my
core. Walking a slow, correct line.

     Timing is all I need, want.
Words that beckon a story, not just
a sentence, companions.

     Whirling a strand of cinnamon
swirls, flicking ends again lips.
Little giggles escape. Spirit enjoying
the shivers because they spur
on memories.

     Childish dreams grew to
free soaring escapades. Travels through
music, nature and books.

     Close my eyes as a goofy
grin enters my mind. A motion flashed
by lids. Entertwined with a sad
loss, I carried a torch. Now thankful
none can compare.

     A whispy sniffle entertains
my pink button nose. A cocky smile
curves upon my cheeks.

    A huge exhale as a
memory warms senses and a deep
inhale relaxes emotions.

   Yes a memory. Long ago.
Not erased. Not forgotten. Just filed.