Memento

Sometimes you lose your self.

A memory scrawled on a page.
A sole event more fleeting than a meeting with an elf.
Sometimes you lose your self.

If thirty seconds is your limit
open up your senses in it.
Yesterday she died again.
Tomorrow you will fail again.
You cry and try.
Define the age.
A memory scrawled on a page.

Tatoo yourself a history.
A trail of mystery to tread,
a journey that's memento led
to catch the man who killed your wife
and made your life 'to go'
for your time passes fast and slow.
A year alone is just a minute
if thirty seconds is your limit.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.