the motions of memories

a typical suburban neighborhood
made of freshly paved streets
lined with the greenest grass
young and fresh with the early dew
of the night

you drive your shiny car
past street lights
that burn precious electricity
past gated tennis courts
and overchlorinated swimming pools

you arrive at your desination
a structure called
a house filled with
things
surrounded by expensive stone
from where you know not
and past the landmarks
that you never peer at twice
but I know of you and
from where that stone came

had you looked again
you would have seen me
fulfilling a memory
swimming through chilly waters
splashing freely as a child
wandering through the enchantment
of times spent ago
in lakes with muddy floors
surrounded by bullfrogs
and ancient trees
twisted with the moments
of hundreds made over countless
years and moments
first kisses and
loving friendships
enhanced by adventure

but you didn't gaze
at the making
of my memory

and you never do
because it is mine

and you never will
as I keep it locked away