FebPoWriMo 27

It might be 
We will forget 
What we lost 

When we return 
To the places 
We cannot remember 

Thinking it was 
Imperative to go 
On without them 

The alternative is 
More likely and 
Also already happening 

We have grown 
With our memories 
Places we knew 

Have come along 
With us also 
If formerly abandoned 

By their absence 
And careful practice 
They remain living 

Waiting for us 
To reshape them 
In our image 

Which we found