The persistence of memory.

We've all felt it, at one time or another in our lives.

Lightning in a bottle.

a brief moment of time, fleeting, in the overall scheme of things, but filled with all sorts of nuance, both real and imaginary. A moment that seems to last an eternity; a heartbeat that seems to define a lifetime.

A feeling that only lasts a second, but the yearning to repeat the experience in exactly the same way is so intense as to be almost unbearable.

It's as elusive as the granting of a wish.

We stood face to face.
And gently embraced.
And that was a moment you wish you could xerox, to visit again and again.

But that doesn't happen.
And even if the situation was to repeat, it would never happen again.
Drat it.

But, like you're bonded together in the memory of that moment, like a secret between you of something you never did.

It's just one of those warm embers.

Yeah.