Memories are cups of tea

shared between friends:

moments of joy

to wrap cold hands around

when the snow comes.


Memories are ghosts

the way they drift behind you –

you stop and shiver

and your eyes no longer see.

All the might-have-beens and lost chances

come crying in the night:

"Why did you abandon me?"


Memories are roses

dried between the pages of your heart,

long dried and brittle,

yet retaining a hint

of the beautiful, bittersweet fragrance

of long ago.