Someone said to me, it's just that we
don't know how to cope with the loss of memory.
When your own grandfather doesn't know you,
when your mother thinks you're somebody else,
it's a terrible thing.
Now, just like that is this idea that the universe will
forget us, everything we've done will go nowhere.
No one will know who we were, no one will know who we were.
Not the young who will never, nor even
the old folk who knew us when we were young.
Insatiable for recognition from them,
trying so fiercely not to be them,
counting on them to know us anywhere.