Though we cherish our good memories
in the brightest parts of our mind,
it is the bad ones
hidden in the crevices
that take up the most space
in our minds
The ones we play on repeat
day after day
searching through the sadness
for something
to explain the feelings we hold
The ones that seem to swallow us whole whenever we are left alone
in the solitude
of our minds
If the good memories are kept so dearly,
why can we never escape
the grief we hide
so carefully
in our minds