Fades to Memory

The past,Illusive to touch, to hold,

Slipping out of your grasp like smoke,

Out of your grip like water.
What is left is a mere memory,

A faded copy.

Residual warmth as the boiling kettle leaves.
The warmth of a memory fades over time.
These memories make us,

Remind us,

Keep us,

Hold us,

Resolve us.

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