It was full, rich and sweet
How fleeting it all is.
Experience that was
meaningful
is as if it never happened.
If no one else knew
or saw
or experienced it too,
does its solitariness
render it
moot?
What was important,
what touched me deeply,
is gone now,
except in my memory.
And even in memory,
it fades
eventually.
Maybe
some part of experience
lives in the skin
and cannot be exorcised.
Something remains:
like muscle memory-
not conscious but coming back unbidden?
An invisible scar.
What is important if everything
disappears?
Only now.
