Memories shape the
Future and blur the past
They're feared and fought
But sought
To justify the present
Until, reality,
That unwelcome guest.
A wish or fear,
Impressions of something
Or maybe nothing,
Retained and embellished to satisfy
A lingering hunger
But never to be lived again,
Except in dreams
Or nightmares
Each Saved beneath
A pillow soft
Incomplete yet perfect.
Fading faster,
Meaning more,
Reduced to similes
Or tears
For a past
A possibility
Or a dream
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Today is
Yesterday's tomorrow
And
Tomorrow's Memory
