They said to do something inspired by Maroon 5's Memories. This is what happened. |
My memory of you is imperfect. It has been years. Some memories curl away like smoke. Pictures shifting in light, and sometimes I remember. Who you were and who I was. Some memories are like broken glass scattered across a floor. Fragmented. And I don’t walk across them because I don’t want to bleed. Some I only remember at night. My memory of you is imperfect. We are shadows. Some memories stick. Black tar in dark corners. I can’t see them to clean them out. Some trip me, catch me up. Tell me things I had forgotten. Show me secrets that I keep from myself. Some of them need to be unearthed. My memory of you is imperfect. But you haunt me. Some memories are so clear, pinned and preserved, a butterfly in a jar. So near I can still feel you. Some run away. Streaking across the night sky. Laughing fugitives that I never come close to catching. Some I have forgotten until I dream. My memory of you is perfect. It has been years. Some memories are a dark solace when the light is too harsh. A moon when the sun burns too bright. They are the taste of the sea and the rush of waves and a sail in place of oars. They are you and they are me. |