Making Memories

My memories fade
as new ones are made.
Although I’m afraid,
I don’t want to forget
the people of my past.
I think about them often.
I can only hope that
these memories last.
The memories I make
could never be replaced.
These memories crowd me;
they follow me around
and sometimes help me
when I am
d
o
w
n.
I’m thankful to be involved
in memories evolved.
My memories fade
as new ones are made,
but I’ll never forget
the things you did.
When I think about us,
it’s my memories I trust.