Blur

Recalling memories
is like opening your eyes under water.
Sounds are blended
and extended
in echos as far as the eye can see.
Colors run together
in a haze of recollection.
The harder you try to grasp them
the faster they slip
through
your
fingers.

But knowing this:
Do you continue to look back upon them?
Or do you let the moment pass
to make way for something new?