Here is my elegy
For all those who have gone from me
To all who promised to never leave
To all whom I naively believed
I should have known
Not all that glitters is gold, & nothing gold can stay
I am lying here in these dead, golden leaves
The wind stirs & they start to blow away
I am struggling to recall a memory that has almost slipped away irrevocably
The wind stirs again, & it has passed, belongs to the past, past the point of return
I am lying here in a pile of old polaroids & postcards, to decide if I should keep or burn
I hear the tintinnabulation, I know it is time
I don't know if I want to remember or forget
A disfigured marionette, thrown down a spiral staircase
