Remembering is as Vast as Forgetting

I remember every sky

and how the light shone

or how it did not shine.

I remember every ocean

long after it has become an unfamiliar touch

and all that remains is a moon-like energy that lacks intuition.

The burden of light.

The resistance of water.

Every breath a new beginning

yet every day people die, and some of them I love.

And they die.

And they die.

Doesn’t the universe ever grow tired of me?

Stupid, damaged, holy fool that I am.