All of the old times, they have this kind of sheen to them,
I just read in a book that memories will continue to come back to you,
And what I thought was, they might be gone forever one day,
And then on the next page I remembered a time at a cinema with a friend or two,
And it had that sheeny coat to it on the outside,
It’s just a memory but I remember feeling like I felt, subtly alive
And I know there were times I felt empty and not there,
But looking back it would probably still feel the same,
Right now I’m not dissociating but I don’t see how things can live up to memories,
I don’t want to think of them but
All I want to do is to remember,
To never be able to forget
But I know memory is flimsy and unpredictable,
I don’t think many can remember forever.