Fleeting, distant time
A clock that never stops turning.
Mindful, wistful thoughts.
Coming to the front,
But never hanging for long.
Mindful, wistful thoughts.
Can almost feel it,
Can almost remember it.
Fleeting, wistful thoughts.
A breeze scurries by,
As my contemplating mind
Wanders idly by.

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This is a lined haiku that I wrote after reading a book where the character lost his memories. It made me remember that memories are “fleeting” and “never hanging for long”.