there’s something about the way years pass / by the way memory /
stripped of context / shrinks / to mere images less vivid than /
dreams but not really / different how is memory more /
or less real than dreams what / if anything / is real & what is /
imagined & is imagination not / real there’s something about the way moments slip /
through our grasp the way / we hunger eternally for / love /
we lock deep inside memories no more / real than /
dreams trickling through / aging fingers as years / pass by