How large?
infinite
How deep?
more than I can see, yet I can feel every detail
The river that carries my memory of you
comes and goes and it is fitting that it flows the way water does
fluctuating in and out
as though it knows it would not be fair to flood my mind all at once
There are days, even weeks that slide by with hardly a thought of you
but the drought does not last
a connection leads to a trigger
it rushes back in
washing time away
again and again
The memory opens so many doors, so many books
empties out the months and years we knew
at my feet
it is a glorious display
who complains about a mountain of jewels?
... sometimes when the night sky gets so bright
I go out into the fields until I can feel you by my side
And my memory is a book of gold thrown open
song- Myrna Loy Josh Ritter