is how memory
                should stay,
or so says memory
        itself. Did
                you know that
when we remember
                we actually relive
it, and it’s never
        the same way
So I can’t remember
        last Easter,
                or the days spent
in the house
        as a toddler
                with my mother,
because I wasn’t
        even there
                until she said it.
But then the flood
        comes back,
                as if I didn’t
even miss it
        until it happened,
                but I was there
in that room,
        eating the same
                lettuce on the plate
as I saw before me
        when I heard
                a memory
I couldn’t have
        been there
                to remember.
But now
        it’s with me
                where it will stay.