The Persistence of Memory (Poem)
Mar 29, 2023
Time passes like a blanket drawn over the world,
Fluttering away to a quieter realm to disintegrate.
You follow behind time just as fate foretold,
And no photos nor journal entries can slow the fade
Of your tanned face. Every crease and fold
Once so familiar in my hands now evades
The persistence of memories that I hold
To my heart as I chant: One day
You’ll return, and we’ll grow old
In the treehouse colored white and jade.
But time passed like volcanic rock turned gold
And hardened my resolution so I hardly ever sway.
The persistence of memory isn’t all that strong,
And now the mere thought of you is foreign and wrong.