Maybe it's because the embers linger
where deaths recounts of fire loiter,
or because the evenings drawn
stole the Sun,
I've accustomed to.

Memories of good times past and people
echo this vacuous mind,
where time and people's distant fade,
are ever-harder to recall.

As passing time now year on year
leave memories on changing faces,
could these be perchance the reason?
Pieces to the likely puzzle.

Should I suppose that these and more
are the cause of this condition?

Left to ponder, wonder, think
forever deeper, lost in thought.