We fear time,

But time fears the memory.

Ideas burned and branded into your mind,

regrets born in blood,

an inheritance that gathers slowly.

I grieve the road not taken.

Each forgotten response

Each pandering lie

Each snide remark

Each forgotten thanks

is a reminder:

Perhaps the small things

were more important.

But the only way is forward,

and the universe never forgets.

Written by

angelinarisnoveanu

Angelina Risnoveanu, senior, is a diehard fan of dramatic novels, Denis Villeneuve movies, and existential physics. You may find her roaming through the OLu halls listening to Radiohead, panicking over Physics C, or jabbering about Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn—though it may be difficult to tell.