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
FebPoWriMo 27
