A Memory, A Wish

What it all comes down to is a breath, a smile, a memory. All in shadows, moving paintings in my mind. Every new beginning, every moment frame by frame replayed. Every encounter, every good bye. It all comes flooding back when I blink.
Like a cinematic record of everything gone by, and then a painting made out of lights depicting the times to come. Times not yet past. And I close my eyes and I let myself see it all again, and I sigh and I wish.