Passed

As each day ends

I tick it off

on my calendar.

Finished!

Done!

Gone!

Lost!

But days some remain intact

to be pictured 

even heard

almost re-lived

as my memories.

If only 

I could choose 

the ones to remember,

open a window and look through,

revisit those days

and throw away the rest.

But I can’t.

They’re self selecting,

those memories of

passed days

ebbing and flowing

outside my control.

https://dsmag.in/the-magazine-pages/poems/