Memory Fades

Do I forget
What things may be gone for good
Let the probe touch just that spot where
My grandmother sits with blue smoke curling
Between lip and nose
And I am before any entered
Touch another memory and
Marbles are pushed in the dust
A circle is drawn for the game
How do we hold
The ones who are already gone
Without recalling who we were
Before the person we seem to be
Forgets today as tomorrow begins