Disappear Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

In the dream
I kept looking for things
That wouldn't change colour
Fade or just disappear
As if they never were - -
Like the dead
Remembered once or twice a month
When the moon mellowed
Or vanished;
Like the past
Still wearing its foolscap crown
Bougainvillea garlands
Scrap medals
Tattered suit
Clutching an album
And talking of things unseen
That look like they may have never been - -
Even as I thought I found something
That would always be
I felt myself disappear