A memory

a memoir, a captured smile, twin smiles even

I don't know how to write

yet

I will, one day this image will

embed itself in a story 

of a life well lived

in spite

I'll read the others

their stories will join the river  of stories

of love, love lost, birth death and 

other

The scent of magnolia

Giving life

blood

deep red, a warm line on the arm

eery, we submit to the vampire in the name

of life, we come here willingly

in pairs, singles, employees and

citizens, those who have lost,

deeply, to remember them, in the 

hope that this eery sensation of warm

deep red blood, flowing from

living bodies, gives life

in memory, in love.