"Memories"

           I yearn for things I used to know,
             And places I can no longer go.
       I no longer walk remembered ground,
        Nor catch a strain of familiar sound.
        And it gives an ache I cannot feel,
       A vague discomfort that is barely real.
   How memories knit themselves to my bones,
   And echo through me with bittersweet tones.
       Sometimes I let them have their sway,
           But usually I chase them far away.
   For I am too happy to be troubled with gloom.
 And surely all present things are memories soon.
 So, here's a kiss to the future, the present, the past.
      For all three shall end as memories at last.
                                       ~2015