When memories are short...

I sat alone in the melee
Chatters and the drowning glee
A forlorn shadow came over
My countenance and my lips

I stared at the white
Blinking words and the cursor
Was I an alien in this land?
Where I tilled and ploughed till late

Memories are short
Not seen is gone
I saw the eyes through me
I was transparent as a glass

I stuck to my thoughts
They took to my own land
I was riding across the pasture
With smiles showering on me

I resolved to live
In another land of mirth
For memories are short
And the farm was alien

Adieu I whispered
But naked ears never turned
I turned away
And walked to next horizon