Quick Impression

For some reason to do with your own
Memory, it seems unbearable,

Almost, the sunlight painted on grass
Painted on canvas decades ago,

Before anyone alive was born.
It’s not hyper-realistic, but

It’s enough for you to feel yourself
In the scene, on the grass, in that sun,

And it’s your own memory you feel,
Certainly not the experience

Of that day in plain air long ago,
But there’s an awful pang for that loss.