Memories

Some things
are memories
and that's the way they're meant to be

No photographs
no videos,
you can't go back in time

This is,
for all the things
that live in us,
and the way that they must stay

Our lives collect,
so many pieces,
last looks
last dances
words whispered
and second chances

There will always be
a voice, that stays
and evening, that lasts
eyes, that remain

Once so vivid,
now rusted with age,
yet so beautiful
without even a page

There's words,
that tango with so many,
faces drawn in sand
yet they remain,
and there they'll always stand.

xx