An Instant and An Eternity

For someone with no short-term memory,

Five years are an instant and an eternity

In which to make even obvious changes.

I am not what I used to be,

Even if I am exactly who I always was.

I must creatively clothe my personality,

To show the world someone who looks different.

For someone with no short-term memory,

Five years are an instant and an eternity

In which to make even obvious changes.

For someone with no short-term memory,

I was once more than the sum of my parts,

But now the sum of my parts is much less,

and I feel like nothing at all, and I must change,

Just to be something, even if it is something else.

For someone with no short-term memory,

Two weeks are an instant and an eternity

From which changes now bear down on me,

Though I could not be more unfeeling.

I have yet to catch myself savoring;

Perhaps I will also forget to miss the old same.