It is impossible to forget
Pacific sunset,
To forget orange warmth
That spreads across
A template sky

It is impossible to forget
Artist hands,
To forget ink-stained
Oil-stained molehills
Turned into mountains

It is impossible to forget
Cheddar Bay biscuits,
To forget taste buds bursting into each other
Like an atomic chain reaction

It is impossible to forget
The New York Philharmonic,
To forget Carnegie Hall
And “Serenade in B-flat major”

It is impossible to forget depression
To forget
Warmth turned to chills
Mountains reduced to molehills
Paradise to sulfur,
Major scores turned minor