Memory

You walked in to my life,
But just like that,
You walked back out,
Still you will be a memory,
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Still you will be a memory,
A memory that will always be locked,
Away in my heart and my mind,
I will always have a memory of you in my heart,
And I will always carry that picture of you in my mind,
Still you will be a memory,

Umberto Eco

But now I have come to believe that
the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma
that is made terrible by our own mad attempt
to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.