Above all, I will remember the discussions of Kundera; admonition on the difference between understanding feminism and being pc; the contrast of stillness to a sharp awakening; the quest to put admirable lessons into the memories of our muses.
And at my end, the hope for pews full of know-ers who have spent time and words with my head and heart over the many years, will bring no one comfort.
I will remember to never settle for less than a knee-weakening kiss.
I will remember the the awareness of how little I knew, once.
And I walk on, committed to authentic living, without causing needless pain.
It is a false prize to keep count the notches- unless we call them lovers and they see themselves as such.
#For Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.