Forgetting

Inconsequential moments,
Barely make a dent,
Memories unformed and faded.
We wonder where they went.

Passages of time,
Flowing quietly past, 
Slipping through our fingertips.
Too small and pale to grasp.

Stop! And catch each movement,
Each tiny careless breath,
Imbue them all with vibrant colour.
To remember on my death.