Do they get neatly tucked away in pockets, where it will never be retrieved,
or things left unsaid only to dissipate in our minds.
Where do the years go?
Are they memories stored of children playing and watching them grow or of all the love that has crossed our paths?
Is it music and dancing , when time seems to stand still?
We will probably never know..
Just something that came to mind to me today, I've been pensive lately. Feel free to add to the journey of this poem ;)