What was that like?

The first day of school
The last time speaking to my mother
The first time I lost someone
The last time my daughter needed me

The first road trip
The last road trip
The first boyfriend
The last one

The first moment of awe
The last of pain

What is that like?

Our lives are made up of memories,
Of flashes, moment after moment.
No real yesterday or tomorrow.
Just our stories.
Our memories.
Our lives.