Memories have a tendency
to fade, the vivid details
slowly disappear
as the hands of time
spin nonstop,
wait for no one.

But some will remain
& are etched forever
on the private-centers
of the brain.

The taste of
your delicious-flower
will last until my dying days,
it stays locked inside
my immortal past,
that sadly
was truly,
never really
meant to last.