Memory

You think the danger has passed You think you're in the clear. But he comes silently,  stalkingly, With the stealth of the night And when he comes, There can be nothing But to give in and be ravaged By the Power of a Memory.

The English Junkie

The other day,  I was watching You've Got Mail,  for what may well be, admittedly, the 6th or 7th time, and while I was thoroughly enjoying it, sighing in the same manner, in the necessary parts of the movie, as I did the first time I watched it,  and breaking out into smiles of unabashed …