Yesterday, or maybe a few days ago

There was snow on the roof.
Today, in the sunshine, it's gone
Its disappearance an absence,
As if, as if it had never been.
There was snow on that roof.
I remember it, as if, as if it was
Yesterday, or always, as if snow
On the roof was the usual, the 
Appearance I expected to see.
Its disappearance an absence,
Not a fact, not today's reality.
Memory is like that, bending 
The mind back to where it was.
Today, it's gone, its disappearance 
An absence, not today's reality. 
Memories are like that, indelible

A postscript, by way of extension, And a sigh over memory, often mislabeled fleeting, but actually etched…..