Katrina Kaye
Like a sunburn, I know
you will absorb into me
and fade into memory.
The impression of your
hands leave no stain.
“Impermanence” is previously published in September (2014).

Katrina Kaye
Like a sunburn, I know
you will absorb into me
and fade into memory.
The impression of your
hands leave no stain.
“Impermanence” is previously published in September (2014).
Sounds more like wistful thinking than truth. It’s a good plan if the memory is painful, but is unlikely to work. I find that I remember so many people, especially if there was only one thing that stands out in my memory of them, and it doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. On further thought, I see that you said, “fade into memory,” so not forgotten, just buried. When enough synaptic pathways are established, the memory is there, just overwhelmed with newer memories. I can’t think of a way to say that poetically at the moment. But, on the other hand, your short poem already made me think of that.
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