Transience

Sometimes
Perhaps often times
It takes a long time

Perhaps most of one’s life
In most cases, if not all

To see, and realise
That any face
Any sound
Anything

Not available
To senses
At any moment

Does not exist
Is lost
Gone
Dead

If, the next day
It returns
That is
Reincarnation

Of a memory
In the hope of which
Most people
Most of the time
Live their lives

So often
Looking past
The incarnated

Shut out
From death

Unavailable
To beauty
Reverence