The Butcher of Memory

Time destroys.

It is the butcher of memory,

Sacking everything,

Desecrating the good

With the future,

Laying waste to dreams

With morning.

Time destroys

But it is not so strong,

Is not the warrior king:

Faces fade, hopes dim,

Summer slips to frost

But the esence of a person

Remains forever:

A smile, a laugh, a word,

All those quirks which

Seemed so insignificant

Endure far longer

Than feeble time.

I will not forget you.