Memories

There are times when words spoil;
A little gaze is all that is required.
I sat by the ocean and heard the waves.
There was a murmur behind me and a throb inside me.
It was peaceful then when nothing needed to be explained.
I remember the sudden wring of laughter and how that was not meant to be.
I caught my eyes that day as I stared away...
Sometimes nothing need be said.
It's only the memories that stay,
And those particular nuances that gel those memories.
I remember the gaze and I remember the smile.
I miss myself at times.
But the times, they change and they mold me.
I long to go back into the past in the future.
One day I shall see those scenes again.
That day I will not rest.