Remember

Remember, echo is to laughter 
as bronze is to sculptor, 
reflection can only recall a face. 

Remember the echo grows mute, 
all traces erased in time.
Unlike sun full gold upon your face
memory of sun leaves you cold. 

I remember: A memory drawn 
from grey matter 
like ink up a quill, wicking 
up neurons, seeping down limbs, 
leaping pen’s synapse with paper,
becoming this poem. 

Remember.
So much in time 
is remembered far too little 
and too late in time.