The Past Crumbles Yet Remains

The present is not the past
Nor can it ever be-
But what is left fixes fast
In human memory-
Slowly growing less complete
Than when it first became
A symbol for a one-time feat
A file, a tag, a name.

The past crumbles yet remains
Indestructible despite
Every attempt to stain
What was once in sight
And before us, clear as day.

For some reason this moment
Cannot compete with what was-
Now is such a small increment
And the past is so much-