Knowing Memory's Essence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising and falling in measures of chords, notes and music as it
instills an essential tranquility into our beings, forever moving
into rooms filled with memories that have never been forgotten.

Throughout all these lonely and forsaken years, wanting to forget
them altogether, yet they're still a basic part of our individual
selves as long as we're alive.

Knowing their essence, but they still seem like total strangers in
depths of what could never be held together now because of all the
memories hanging like cobwebs in our minds.