Memory will be
a
trap
All this, we are
One day
We’ll lose
And it will be a shame.
This memory of us
Of heat
And cold air so silent the jets above us
Seem so close
The memory of being
Us, the seekers
So eagerly looking
We will find
And we will want to stay
And we will roam in corridors and hallways
Looking for memories
Of the past
Or a future unfulfilled
We will look tirelessly
Finding
Pablo Pereyra 2024. Thank you for reading.
