Past Memories

When time passes, footprints are left in its sands.

We leave footprints with our memories, imprinted on the ground like fallen leaves.

We leave behind fading photographs, mementos to our previous dramas.

We leave lingering footprints undisturbed by time’s passage, forever immortalized.

When time passes, we go through a museum of memories.

We walk down memory lane, visiting every single moment of every day.

We reminisce on beautiful moments, revisiting past loves, past enmities.

We may find candles in the wind, flickering lights that bring flashes of memory.

When time passes, we listen to our past’s wayward echoes.

We experience those leftover apparitions of the past, and their ghostly voices.

We hear ourselves laughing in our greatest moments, crying when we are at our lowest.

We hear words of encouragement, and criticisms of our worst flaws.

When time passes, we resurrect fallen stars.

We remember those passing glimmers of our brightest moments.

We remember our first kiss, our discovery of our talents.

We make our best moments shine brighter the more we resurrect them.

When time passes, we sift through a treasure trove of sands.

We sift through all those little wonders, those little moments in our lives.

We never realize the presence of our greatest moments, until they are a part of our pasts.

We sift for the gold hidden within those shifting sands, reminiscing on those immortal memories.

When time passes, we reflect on past memories.

We remember our best days, and our worst tragedies.

We find the value of each memory, for not all memories are haunting traumas.

We remember each memory, as they are all precious stars that make up our lives. 

Author's Note

This is a poem about our memories and how they can serve as time capsules of our best and worst moments.