What is a memory
but a lingering photographic echo?
If not a simple recollection,
then what?
Yet,
these renmants of old
are not easily erased.
Sent up in flames,
curled up in smoke,
but still there.
Sent to drown
in the darkest ocean.
Drenched in water,
doused in salt,
unreadable,
and still lasting
all the same
Buried below
the deepest soils.
Darkened with age,
soiled from dirt,
ground-water soaked.
But somehow,
it always resurfaces again.
So many way
of being destroyed.
However, somehow,
they always come back
to ensnare you once more.
Always come back again.
So burn them,
bury them,
and drown them;
memories last forever.
There is no forgetting;
there is no escape.



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