This memory is fading even now.
He, in a photograph, eyes burning from an instant in time
Through the many days between us, into mine.

The distance growing, fast-forward flowing.
The periphery blurring past my recollection,
Beyond my ability to resurrect
A coherent thought of where or who we were.

This memory, fading from me now,
So tangible just moments ago,
Already seems a figment of our imagined past.

March 9, 2002