Vanished by L. M. Montes

A memory,
A thought,
In the foreground of your mind,
It sits awhile and lingers
In the glow before your eye.

Moments tease,
Others please,
In the foreground of your mind,
They sit awhile and linger
But your memories said goodbye.

You’re older,
You languish,
In the background of your mind,
You sit awhile and linger
To await a past that died.