In Memorium Poem by david e golledge

I’m forced to question
your very existence. This
disembodied voice a fragment
of you. These words on screen, falling

from the ether, mere
figment of an
electronic mind. Some distant
aerial feeding the airwaves.

The physical I know.
I have witnessed first hand
your contours, have captured
your curves and movements but

this distance in time and place
only ever decays knowledge.
Memory as atomic isotope,
subject to half-life,

real and not real,
this quantum existence,
fading with
the passing days.