Into the World of a Memory

I may be a Memory

I may fade

Will I be remembered

as I was 

Or will they rewrite me 

into something else?

They call me a Memory 

a recollection of the past 

a cheap knock off 

filled with emotion and personal sass 

Does the possibility for variation diminish my worth 

shouldn't it instead make me superior 

to my "original" cohort 

That ancient, frozen relic of the past 

That un-moving, never changing tear 

in the fabric of time. 

Where as I, transcend reality itself 

But I am only a Memory

I will fade

If not shared and cherished

If not recorded and kept

I am only as precious as the minds that relive me

Never forget