Remember

11 Mar

Written By Vlad Pasca

Remember, Remember, how little I remember,

What is there to treasure, what is there to cherish,

I do not remember.

Forgive me

I try and try, alas there are only glimmers,

Patches only, held by few threads, dying embers,

I do not remember.

Forgive me

How can I remember? What is there to remember?

The worn book and its chapters, their raw texture, but where are the pages?

I do not remember.

Forgive me

Where are my memoirs?

How pathetic to rely on heirlooms to inherit what was once had, taken for granted, now there be merely static,

I do not remember.

Forgive me

Separate the real from quasi-belief,

Jogging with anguish on lanes of memorials ad infinitum,

I do not remember.

Forgive me

What is this torment? What is its hight?

Who am I? Where am I? Why am I ?

I do not remember.

Forgive me

Stalwart