to move forward we must treat history as just a memory
there are things we miss that we wouldn’t remember if they’d been replaced
we once required patience in order to make memories special
a festive blur and a toast to memories and this year can be done
there are traditions that have become memories that we re-enact
our memories are often more vibrant than is today’s faded truth
we live in shadows of memories rather than standing on the brick
the first whiff of spring stirs long frozen memories that still have to wait
we might toss them out forget they ever happened someone remembers
it seems odd to me; we buy others’ memories to replace our own
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