Pensieve 

                                           By R.J. Roffenshire 

I knew he’d forget. 

Even with calcite pressed to his chest, 

memory hardens. 

It pulls away. 

Fades.

But I wrote it before it vanished. 

Before the ache got archived.  

Before the thread frayed into dust. 

I sealed it in paper. 

Threaded it through metaphor, 

hid it in ancient trees and sidewalk shadows 

I built a pensieve—