Douze.

A Lost Memory.

A lost memory,
thoughts to be clasped
by the pages of time,
now gone.
Might be hidden
under the thick dust
or lost in
a sea of confusion.
I wish to find it,
and behold it
before my eyes,
but it is time
to lay down
and bid adieu
to the light of night.

* Written and saved as draft on my cellphone.