Yellow

old newspapers, stacked, saved yellow and crumble with age something significant, lost if touched chemical reaction with mere air maybe once it was there for all to see an element of fame, recognition but the elements just require the passage of time that, you, I, we all fade until there's just a sense of where we stood but the spaces are empty even the words on stone begin to disappear bright white to yellow raised to indistinct to a faded memory of a memory I'll try not to disappear too soon just because I know my fate I won't unnecessarily scratch my name the strands that remain are part of the plan second chances if I don't play my part and it matters not what is written in ink or stone the marks are made along the line accolades or apologies all shape the story told too slowly to follow are we remembering the moment we crumbled? indelible memory stacked and saved that cannot hold up to touch view it gently read the lines visible take it in exist during your moment in time and don't agitate this world around you it'll collapse around you it's yellowed and old God help us, them from the elements that break us down