I'll forget about the memories

They'll be around
The way sand in an hourglass goes nowhere
I'll find them  anyway
Strewn like wilted leaves, heaped here or littered there
This weird fantasy of having them strung
Along a piece of velvet ribbon
The fantasy of having some memories gleam
And keep some others hidden
This fantasy will shatter, I bet,
When the notion of time fades
When the heart resurrects for remembrance
And then, for remembrance, it degrades.