Memory Warehouse

I loved them all, each one, although I can’t now remember many and all of the details and pleasures from others. Some I have lost touch with, but I hope I will find again. Some seem lost to me forever. But they are there, all of them, stored in my memory warehouse. And I still desire each special one, undiminished. To have each again, if I could. Each special memory and remembrance is indeed a treasure, a caress for my heart.