Sum of Our Past

Unlike our bodies de
generate
Minds and hearts
accumulate.

By chemical weight
we're much the same
By moments and memories
we differentiate.

Are you a miser of your thoughts?
or do you give
the world your riches?

Beauty is the moment being
and the rich tapestry
of the layers of moments
that maketh You.

Love is not in the kissing
but the weaving
of your memories and mine
once
abstract and separate
now
in your every breath
I remember
how you and I
are we are.

When leaving,
we'll leave each other
in the warm embrace
of the eternal tapestry
that lives and breathes
moments
and spins
new life.