‘Stay’, I said to a memory
‘stay till you grow old
and ripen
to morph
into an experience’.
I added
‘then you would have done yourself right
been to me just
and made this world better’
‘But I gotta go’
said the memory floating away
‘those hearts are more inviting
some others are lacking
so many are forever wallowing
I need to fill their minds
feed them delights
make them believe
that’s my job, you see.’
‘You’ she said turning away
accusingly
‘cling to what is not
fake what never was
hoping to turn it into reality
and accuse me of indifference!
Sorry,I am with those who turn sunwards.’
Then there was nothing!
Adhyapika 
2 responses to “Memory and I”
I’m still thinking about this one. The way I see it now, the speaker imagined an event, or exaggerated a real one, and wanted her conception of what may have happened (or not) to remain as a happy memory which might make her unhappy life seem better. It didn’t work, however. Memorories are true only for those who are honest about the world and open to experiencing it. What I can’t decide yet is whether this conflict about real versus imagined events had to do with actual relationships or fantasies. I’ll keep thinking.
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You are pretty close!
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