Urgent

Telegraph.

   Urgent

{You grew old.
You felt dizzy. 
You forgot them.
The noisy nightly gatherings, 
the sweaty sensual glances, 
the accidental touches, 
the Saturday all-nighters, 
the smell on the skin, 
the sighs before the dawn,
the propagated boredom, 
the slow repeated loops.}

The memories of a lifetime they are slowly fading.
They are losing their color like overexposed pictures.
They are memories regressing 
from thoughts 
     to scuffs 
         and aging peeling scars. 

Telegraph.

   Urgent.

    Everything has been packed