The Passage of Memory

June 16, 2018

He stood cautiously
Outside the threshold
Between their worlds.
It seemed a simple thing,
But something told him
He had been here before.

Finally, he strode inside.
She greeted him, again,
With a nod of her head
And an ever-so-slight wink.
His eyes seemed different,
As if the light behind them
Did not recognize her face.

“You don’t remember me?”
She asked with a long sigh.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t…”
He trailed off. No matter
How much he tried, she
Was a stranger to him.

As his feet carried him
Through that open door,
All memories, the good
And all the bad, vanished.
In their place was a vague
Sense of having had this
Same conversation
Many times before.

MSBQ

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