Reminiscing

the trouble with reminiscing
is that i know
how it ended up/

when it
happened the magic
was in the now (like in
this now) and in
rumination i remember
the rest of it/ i guess
one can’t remember just part
of a thing without
everything else in its
afterward changing it/

memories aren’t a still life,
like snapshots
of memories/
afterward is memory’s
shadow/