Memory

What is,
  what isn't,
    held in gentle
      fragile folds.

Gone,
   forgotten,
    captured by
      others memories.

Frail,
   failing,
     yet so dear,
       near as the heart.

Hard,
   single,
    so precious,
      yet slipping.

Sometimes
   this is where
     it goes and we
       trust others with treasure.