Memory, Agent Starling, is what I have instead of a view.
I could never forget you, Meggie, not as long as I live. And for my punishment I’m going to live a long, long time.
Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me
In your memory
"How many of you are there?"
"Thousands on the roads, the abandoned railtracks, tonight, bums on the outside, libraries inside."
I remember back then we burned up the last of my teen's.
Yes the days when we couldn’t see an inch in front of us,
We laughed, we cried.
Those days with you, those moments are now in memories.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th'expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoand moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before:
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.