Written by: ahellas Alixopulos

the past recedes and what
was once a tsunami
of energy, exaltation and intent
or a depression of sadness and despair
play out into waves and troughs
of remembrance,
to ripples of recognition,
to a becalmed sea.
So too,
your resolve to remember always,
that awesome victory,
or deathly loss,
dampens down,
to the day you find that
you haven't thought of it
for years,
and now the details are
caricatures and cartoons that
you feel guilty and petty
for even mentioning.