Past Gone

Thoughts collect,
In the roof’s rain gutter.

Remembering Kate, how we chatted, bantering around.
Hell I even asked her to marry me, and…
Now I barely remember much else.
The memories have tumbled down, away.

Like those of another, and…
I can’t even remember her name.
While still remembering:
her favorite orange sweater.
her asking me a question that changed my life.
Our eating Thai at lunch, and then…
A farewell hug at the street corner.

I can’t even remember her name.

It rains: life moves as a rain.
Slowly washing down, deeper into the grounding past.

I watch others: carcasses eaten alive by memories, by the past.

Instead

Discovery is to wash away.
Letting roots compost memories.
Alive is not being suffocated in amber.
It’s the growth of changing, and…

Living now.

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