Remembrance

A prompt piece based on the word: remembrance

There is no nature, I know this now.

Though I cannot trace the days,

I have spent too long alive.

Point me to the rock that marks

the valley from the hill,

And I'll name for you the day I turned old.

Yet I am old.

Though once my soul was empty,

Each day I learned more than ever I knew,

and my life doubled and doubled,

And everything was true.

Now I am old. My mind closes its grip

over nothing.

And each day I forget more than I'll ever know again.

Now nature is not natural,

There are no more animals to name.