my old memories
are long gone and
i cannot make memories
for more than a day
every book i read
is like deja vu
a faint thread
a slight sense of connection
but that too falls
my memory fails me
but brings me
a new day everyday
in ways it is good
i can cry today
and not remember tomorrow
but i can love today
and not remember tomorrow
that thought hurts me today
but will not hurt me tomorrow
i am reborn every day
a reminder of death from yesterday
July 20, 2008 at 10:56 pm
I like this poem but I would wonder if anyone has the ability to be that detached from the past.