The Way Memories Work

I can honestly say I know nothing of it--
Yet, stay a long while
You will know nothing but it
This is the way memories
Disappear; like our child in the closet, who
So often, through breaks and knotholes
Allures the seeker with giggles and
Heavy breathing; while phantoms occupy
The empty spaces, the lack of history
Haunting: blank faces and silences encases
No--alludes--this lack of substance.
It alludes.