Sunday, May 4



Memories, 5/4/14

Memories are complicated
And the things we do
In the name of them.
The agony
Of what we do remember
When the next person
Doesn't see it
At all like you did.
The personal objects
That get fought over
But then forgotten.
Are never worth
What we really lose.
The people we love.
Memories that hurt.
Keeping track of things
We “think” we care about.
The things we do
Memories are complicated.

Bekkie Sanchez ©

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