In Memory Of

In Memory Of

In memory of
The memories that have since passed
Lost to time's decay
An inevitable casualty
Of temporal progress
And mindlessness

In memory of
These memories
I weep and don't know why

In memory of
The memories being made
Gathered, collected, gained
Through experience
And experience thrills, enlightens
Scars and burns
Seemingly without reason

In memory of
These memories
I grow broken, bruised, better

In memory of
The memories yet to be made
The twists and turns
To be remembered
But not anticipated

In memory of
These memories
I step in no certain direction

With no more memories to make