Continuum

Where do they
go –
the memories we
make?

It starts when we are
born,
yet we do not remember
birth.

They say we can select our
memories,
but that cannot be true.

I have vivid mental
pictures
of times I long to
forget.

And I struggle to
describe
the times where  I truly felt
joy.

Why do they
stay –
the memories of hard
times?

They remind me to be
strong
and to always search for the
light.

Why do they
go –
the memories of time spent with
you?

It has been so
long
but there will be no more memories to
make.

Maybe memories are not for us to
choose,
perhaps they are our
teachers.

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