Like pictures on a screen in seconds, lost
or blips upon a monitor turn long
old memories are flown with deadly cost:
as quarks may separate eternal song.
The picture caught though words may flutter by
though hole is in my net and so I sigh.
A set of words surround my broken thought
say: “You and I” when, clearly, love is sought.
Before our memory may grab stale air
Before time takes the brain and makes a mush
Before the hurt that makes us want to share
Before the mind’s become a muddy lush;
inscribe upon some stone where century
from now our love survives for all to see.