A memory of a memory. Re-recording.
An old Memorex tape — played out and worn.
And yet the images are somehow enhanced.
The plot and story line, so dramatic. — Entranced.
Distracted from the moment at hand.
So hard to say goodbye.
And yet so cathartic too,
to rip the ribbon from its spools.
Lighter, my heart now — a happier fool.
~ Memet Mihi