Faces of the past shatter by
As if one million vases have been thrown to
A hardwood floor
Fading voices slip from my mind
As though one million sounds have
Filled my lingering ears
Memories fly away
As though everything has changed
And nothing remains similiar
Is this what has happened?
Are all faces, and sounds, and memories just one new sound away
One new sound away from being gone?
One new face away from being forgotten?
Are all of life’s pass times just one thought from meaningless?
One value away from the next placeholder?
Are all people just one lifetime from being unknown?
Never heard of by the lives after?
Perhaps the purpose of memories is to be forgotten
To hold a place in our minds until we find something new
To fill a void
Until we can fill it
What if the new never came?
What if the old was never lost?
Can one just stay stagnant with the same memories?
The same faces, the same sounds?
Is forever memory a possibility?
Can a person truly hold on that long?
Or it is better faded, lost and not thought of?
Perhaps its better forgotten