‘Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not here. I did not die.’

— Mary Elizabeth Frye


I am not old,

have actively chosen

to know nothing of age.

I have not forgotten

this moment.


I do not know if

age gets better, worse,

poignant, pungent,

liveable, lamentable.

I have not forgotten.


I cannot recreate,

thinking even creation

to be delusional,

knowing only how to

live in a right now


I have not forgotten.

Maybe one day I will,

but I think it won’t matter

having already lived a life

of unforgotten moments.



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