On Watching You Forget

They run over the beach in winter,
laughing like children,
reach for the new and strange,
have no fear.
It is a world of right now,
never warm enough.
The pain of chill is
one of the facts they ignore.

Those things that anchor the house
are still there, old things
that close the door
and secure the windows;
but when memory fails
you start to vanish.
It becomes a day of right now.
The walls are too thin.
We do everything in the wind.
The pain of chill is
one of the facts we can't ignore.