Memories

Some stand out
like bloodstains
on soft flannel -
unyielding
to repeated rinses.

Some others blend
into the warp and weft
of crumpled, sullied cotton -
stories woven,
aired and worn out.

Yet others stay
like watermarks
on crisp white silk -
they've soaked in
too long, to be forgotten.

Memories. Stay.
Even after a good rinse.