Memories

There are crystals of sand
falling between my ears
myriad prisms that reflect and
refract my life over the years.
They fall into a cup
so saturated with experience
that the walls no longer hold up
and the crystals dance
up, over, through, away,
til I can no longer remember
the particulars of that day
in frosty December
alone with you
beside the glittering tree.
I can't remember what I said to you
or what you said to me.

Ich habe ein Gedächtnis wie ein Sieb.