Memories Don't Live Like Humans

My friends forgot
but I held the memories close
and when I hit replay
thoughts of the moments roll in
with the warmth
of what they represented.
I reach out to my friends
but they turn and stare
like what we shared
was inconsequential; something trivial.
Yet, to me, this memories stay dear
and, as at the time of creation,
I thought the essence was clear.
Although my friends
have downgraded the memories
I will always hold them dear
For in the end,
memories don’t live like humans
and there’s nothing wrong with that.

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About Lord Emmanuel

Creative Writing. Philosophical Poetry