Days, weeks, months, years

Washed by anguish and

Made of sea-swept salt

Until the edges are both

Silk and razor

Each memory different from the others

When you lean in close,

eyes wide and searching

But as you move away

Through time and life

They are all the same

Remembered only with the greatest effort

Lost more often than found

Smaller than grains of sand

And just as infinite

How many hourglasses of time

did it take to build the dunes

where the memories lay

forgotten?