• What starts as a second, simple, ignored
    turns into a moment, so gentle and moored
    Then its something you keep to your heart
    And becomes a part of you like paper and art
    And you wonder to yourself with curiosity
    How a second turned into a beautiful memory

    Whether joyous, miserable, or unforseen
    Throbbing, blissful, or simply mean
    Memories are our tiny gifts
    Meant to share and our spirits they shift
    Together we can feel for the lost
    The content, the livid, with hearts of frost
    The impossible is overlooked
    No matter our efforts our memories are hooked
    Run Away, Escape, the treachery within
    but it will chase you back, and rob you of your grin

    A secret is a personal treasure,
    Meant for you no matter the measure
    A memory is a story waiting to be told
    Not to entertain, but worth more than gold
    Avoiding memories to avoid the pain
    Ends the knowledge that we gain

    A memory that is kept is the weight of the world
    Balanced on a shoulder and heavy with morals
    After a memory is let go to the open
    It is but a part of you and kept as a token
    Then it is a moment, so serene, and engrossing
    And finally it is but a second, swift and arousing.