Memory

Published: August 19, 2023

Dazed memory, funny memory

Shapes and colours manifesting momentously.

I don’t remember half the things I do

Half the things I say

Yet, it makes sense to have a memory

Of the touch of the succulent flower petals

Of the slipping of sand from hands on the beach

Of love and friendship, strangling treats,

Of smell of Madagascar Vanilla in the “specially-baked” pastry.

I don’t remember when I decide

‘This is going to be a memory’

But all inside of me

The false, the personified, a hazy dose of what they call memory

Is beautiful, it exists

And remains…the illusion of me.