The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory

My hands try to grasp
And keep him from

But when I reach
For an answer,
His arms give away,
Like they have given up.
They have gone limp.

Unless my eyes remain closed,
I forget.

And while all the surroundings
Remain unchanged, no one can
See it all draining away,
To another place.

I tried to reach him,
Before Time ran out.
But before I could

He was gone.


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