more Looking through my memory box Hunting for glimpses of you Scanning hard disks for your face Trying to recall long buried files Searching crowds for pieces of you Just a fragment. A lost piece A name A face I miss you. Sitting here in my endless search. For a past I threw away. A part of me. Gone. Never coming back. Returning. I can still hear your voice. Calling my name. Daring. Among the echoes in my head. .dream ..or a.. ….memory…. Carl T. Holscher 11-23-00