Memory is a cruel goddess

If I were a goddess, I would be Memory.

For she is the one who suffers the most when all is forgotten.

She holds the pain and sorrow of remembrance.

Even when her mind becomes foggy and forgetfulness comes for her, Memory holds all in her arms.

But no one holds a memory for long.

She is a moment lost in time.

The one who is left behind.

The one who is forgotten.