The dead are weightless
They take up space in the mind only
Sentimental objects left behind, become cyphers
to those who can read the past.
Here in the now
Ceci c’est une vase
Ceci c’est une horloge
Ceci c’est un objet d’art
Ceci may or may not be rare enough to fetch money to buy new memories
All ends up lost and is found.
