Baylor took me
And my little
Brother
Fishin' in the
Reservoir
Such a clear
Memory
Hiking through
The woods
To get to
The sweet spot.
The red & white
Bobber bounced
In the water
Tug and pull!
A small force
Swam for
It's Life
On the
Other end.
All I have
Are these
Trite words
For cherished
Memories.
The taste
Of baked fish
Caught myself
Butter and herbs
Mixed with
The name of
A man
Half remembered.
I'm sure
That life
Longed to be
Released
As much as
I wish that
The thief of
Time had not
Released my
Memories of
Baylor's face
Nor
The day
Where holes
Now lay splattered
In a past
That cannot
Be recovered…
I must
Release my
Desires
For what cannot
Be
Recaptured
Nor
Returned to.
