Memory Memorial

A personal poem.

Muffled noise
Overwhelms a fading memory.
The noise stops.
But the memory does not return.
My memory.
My memories,
They haunt me
They deceive me
And the purest of them all
Hide safely in my dreams.
For I deserve not to hold such tender hands again
Until my feet feel the chill of solid ground.
Until then.
I see it now,
The finished product laying in the overgrown grass
It's so pretty and reads
"The Memorial for Your Lost Memories"