Memories of memories are all I have
Of things so unimportant at the time
Trivial, minor, no one should even remember
I do- I cling to the little things
To push back the pain of the present
I remember the little gems of yesterday
These things are more vivid to me
Than the important memories
Stories to myself, fragments of conversations
I wonder if my friends replay the past like me
Memories that still make me smile
And takes me away from the stasis of the day
In the end, it’s the only thing that does matter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i would have agreed with you at some point... i don't now... i will work on an answer to your answer. and i really like this, by the way. great you're writing again.