Dimming Memories

Spent my birthday

swaying in the hammock,

thinking of you.

My memories were once

clear and bright,

like the unobstructed,

late- afternoon light.

But now, they dissipate

as the shadows deepen.

The layers of 

canopy overhead

cast down shade

and, this light

– these memories–

inevitably slip away.

My cells grasp 

at what remains,

absorbing the residue

 of radiance…

retaining what’s left 

of my memories.

With the lapsing 

of light, the sound 

of your voice fades,

your laughter quiets,

You start to dim,

and I lose you

all over again.