Memories break us.
Isn’t it funny how the thought of a smile
Can bring tears,
So big they could fill oceans.
Isn’t it funny how the thought of a pain
Can bring laughter,
So loud it shakes you.
We remember,
Remember as children
That scabbed knee
That only mom’s kiss could heal;
That big cone of ice cream
That you couldn't finish without dad’s help.
As we grow
So do our memories.
The sheer amount of experiences
Piling up.
We remember
Remember as teenagers
That name
That still causes your heart to jump;
That late night
That caused endless tears, endless smiles.
And that's just it.
Memories grow and change.
We create memories every day.
New ones stored to one day be found.
Don't you want them to be captivated?
Memories don’t just break us.
Memories make us.