fleeting romance

i often wonder
what it would be like
to have piles and piles of memories to choose from
to be confused
whether it was on this day you went out
or that friend who said something witty
to have so much love in your mind
enough to live on, dream on


instead of
every detail of every memory
standing out crystal clear
not because it is important
(which it is, by the way)
but because there is so little of it
that you can count on your fingers