On Memory

miscellaneous, writing

What happens to a memory when it
Is pulled away by time, which like a river
Flows through, as if it were a cave of granite
Washing away its walls minute by minute.
Time like a thieving scoundrel in the night
Covets the sacred rooms within our minds
Asserts itself, intending to collect what are
Our soul, yet flesh is all it finds.


11 thoughts on “On Memory

  1. Time is not the theif it seems. We simply make room for new memories and so it is. A memory unvisited is a memory lost. They leaves us out of rejection. How long could you hang out with someone that won’t even acknowledge you?

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