Memory
Once again
She came unannounced and departed soon
Like a gust of wind in a tropic summer
Before I had hardly felt her presence,
Making me feel red and hot for a while
By blowing away the surface ash
Formed during her long absence
Exposing for a while the dying embers in me,
To be covered again by the embers’ self-emitting ash.
The dying embers in me are no doubt shrinking in size and heat,
Will they ever die out before I die?
