Memory

Memory is a dangerous thing.
It confines the mourning ghost of misfortunes long gone.
It resurrects the pain of unhealed wounds,
the remorse deep-buried.
It brings back sweetest events to life
only to callously remind us in the same breath
that they’re no longer there.
But I, like I believe most people are,
am willing to endure those pains memory puts me through,
because even with that cruel part of her,
memory also preserves the sweetest things
in life from the destructive power of time.
It kindly records my favorite scenes to play them back thousands of times,
faithfully sheltering the traces of joy nearly forgotten.
Because when it comes to you, I’d rather endure the pain
of realizing the fact that you are gone,
than lose the greater joy of remembering
that you were once there.