Memory

My beaten cardium, a mushy scarlet artwork
Splash of a red wine stain, that's unremovable

I was the ellipsis to the questions, and full stops to the phrases
When's in my future, was the epilogue in the last pages

Unending ends, just like my moments of now,
Rusty ink and time, turning my paper brown

Past was the one thing I found close to foreverness
This too shall pass happened when I did, becoming a memory of then