Memory

An abrupt change, certainly you can feel it too, in the air
which now floats like dust covered balloons in the valleys.

Or something about your face is different, reminding me of another
that came and left, leaving only the mark of skin on skin.

There was an old woman from years ago who could not speak about the time
before the change, before it all changed, into the present time.

Even these rocks and our history: the making love, the journals, photographs,
the left behind but fondly remembered, the buried and the dead

evolve and grow and collapse, marking our tracks that even now
have forgotten us, left behind to wonder what had happened.