Poetry For The Ephemeral

Distant Memory

I am but a distant memory,
My name and my likeness called into question,
My nonexistence a foregone conclusion,

I am but a distant dream,
Once was, vivid and sound,
Now, hazy and unbound,

I shall no longer follow a trend,
Nor write a loving letter to send,
Nor a mournful sadness to rend,

Neither the blue of the sea,
Nor the blue of the sky,
Shall ever render me stained,

I shall set no foot in the sands,
Nor any in the snow,
I will be waiting for you at the beach.