Once something become a memory,
I think we realize it's gone first,
One of two ways it will go,
For the better or for the worst,
We can get grabbed up by it's strength,
And completely get lost in its thought,
Because you know it's not still happening,
And whatever it was would be nothing if you forgot.
I could never forget, an experience oh so true,
And anything can be worth the strength of its memory,
I'm so grateful to now see and be in reminiscing view,
Any memory left behind to become part of me.
©justin_ur
J