Memories
Memories are like
the breath of the wind
they come and go
they diminish over time
we always remember the bad
but barely the good
memories are like
a flame with little oxygen
as the wick dissipates
over the years
as we get older
memories ride the waves of life
into the sunset
leaving nothing but a footprint
into the lives that we've touched.
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