Unforgotten

I watched as the sky shifted,
The wind—cold—rushing adrift,
And the old relics of time,
Dangled amidst the dirt, the dust.
The memories.

I walked in a dilapidated house,
The peeling wallpaper, the tiny mouse,
Old Polaroid photos decorated all around,
Of war heroes, their guns down.

Ancient scripts, yellowed paper,
Scattered and flew and morphed into vapor.
The evidence of a past—gone,
And yet, will not be forgotten.