Forgetting

"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us." - Oscar Wilde

What is a memory?
A temporal compound of moments
Unremarkable in their poignancy
When in the grand scheme of life
They comprise mere seconds amongst years.
Each is one day lost, cherished or not;
Sentimentality of the forlorn memory
Wears thin with age, worn away when aged.

What is a memory?
The loss of that sentiment
And the failure of fundamentality.
To recast into the depths of the mind
Is a rescue mission
For something edging ever further away,
And yet it still survives.
Pensive strength turns to strife.

What is a memory?
Interminable remembrance
Of something that lived, lives in, and is still to live longer,
Hibernating until rediscovery -
That is a memory of veritable worth.
It is nothing if it lapses with time;
The beauty of a memory is that it is birthed anew
With every failed chance of forgetting.