Thoughts are gone,
like smoke,
like sand,
like time
escapes the fence
of my experience.
Hang on all I want
and I’m only
gonna hurt my hands
with the grip.
Break my bones
and I know
they will heal,
and I’ll forget the pain.
And that scares me,
because pain
has been all I had
for so long.
The beach
forgets each wave
before the next one
crashes in.
The sky
doesn’t remember
the thunderstorms
of yesterday.
And the garden
can’t recall the rain
even moments after its fallen.
I’m afraid
that I’ll forget you.
It seems that time
is a black hole
for tragic
and complicated memories.
I look back
and try to remember
who we were
in the times before
and the pictures
in my mind
fade
around the edges.
I try to clutch them
to my chest,
but I find myself
again,
embracing smoke.
HG – 2022
