Mémoires

Never to be forgotten,
Resurfacing through triggers,

The sweet taste of a lovers lips,
The nostalgia of a stranger's laugh,
The ethereal smell of a forest,

They rise like the sun,
From the depths of yesterday,
Always cyclical,
Carrying with them,
The thought of what was,
The ache of what can never be again,
The regret of what could have been.

Some memories burn brighter than a star,
Others whisper softer than a moon,
But all of them live
In the spaces between
Our heartbeats,
Waiting for their moment
To breathe again.