State of Memory

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Memories are fleeing to the exits,
Never to be heard of again.
Many I never cared to hold onto
As best I can remember…
Many that stay planted in chairs,
Too stubborn to move,
I wish had fled with the rest.
But some memories play
A clever game of hide and seek.
But, when I find them,
I behave as if I always
Knew of their hiding places.