I carried my memories in a box,
but as I carried it the box fell apart.
So I picked up what was left and put them in a smaller box.
As I carried that box, it fell apart too.
So I picked up what was left and put it in a smaller box.
Then one day that box fell apart and I realized
I could no longer carry them with me.
So I put down the box and I walked away,
but even today I remember.
I remember the pictures that were in the box,
the faces and smiles of people I loved.
I remember the box when it fell apart and everything that was there.
Memories are something like the people I remember,
they don’t belong in boxes anyway.