Memories Like Vagabonds

Days turn to weeks and months into years,
But time cannot make the impenetrable clear.
Surely it can ease the intensity of guilt,
But it cannot revive the flower that wilts.
Memories forgotten are not seminal,
In fact they never were memories at all.
Memories exist as long as we remember,
Only to be lost like sunlight in December.
Like vagabonds fading into the shadows,
They disappear like footprints in melting snow.
Through all obstacles time marches on,
Fueling the changes the world has undergone.
Time destroys all life and opportunity,
Its victim of extermination will soon be me.

Regrets are memories we wish to dispel,
Their power infinite, while ours are infinitesimal.
Each one fuels an impervious undertow,
A grip as furious as its refusal to let go.
Such remorse can only bring forth desperation,
The kind embedded underneath every salutation.
Every word becomes agonizing to reveal,
Like the scab of a wound that is unable to heal.
For all its disdain it has a partner in crime,
The unstoppable runaway train of time.
Together their power infiltrates my mind,
Polluting it with thoughts horrific and unkind.
In time regret will define who I will become,
Another lost soul who ate a bullet from a gun.