slip sliding away

as the sun burns

out,

we keep at it, as if everything

is forever.

we paste another

memento

into our scrap book,

ink our arms

and legs.

carve our names into trees

and wet cement.

we want

to be remembered,

be important,

to be forever in someone's

heart.

not forgotten.

desperately we hold on

to the ephemeral,

with nails dug

into the cliffs of life,

we cling.