Somewhere, in the darkening theater of my memory
I know
I have Loved
I know I have loved
And have been loved...

But when, who, why
slips through the fingers of my memory
evaporating mist...

Some time I held
Some one close
Felt another heart beating...
Felt another breath upon my cheek

But when, who, why...

Not even a fading memory....

More the illusion of a memory...