paper airplanes and pastel

Driving west this morning the sky resembled an easter egg--pastel, cool and pretty. Sometimes I wish that I could freeze moments in time. I hate how time makes you forget. Why does time do that to beautiful things, beautiful people, beautiful moments? It isn't fair.
I see you caught under the watchful and suspecting eyes of others. I see nothing behind your eyes now. And your hands, your scent--- they are gone. forgotten. And I miss them.

Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!
Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.
I tremble too, where'er my own I find,
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
Led through a sad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame.

--from "Eloisa to Abelard"