Your memory is
like my
favorite
old record;
I play it
often,
with a supreme
fondness
and a silver
of hope, that I
may
be able to
recapture the
love
I felt
when I first
experienced it;
but each time
I play it back
it wears
and ages
and fades,
until
it no longer
sings to me.
So I
put another
record
on the turntable,
but, oh,
it just
isn't
the same.
It's never
the same.