We all have different memories,
with people, smells, and sights.
And words will do no justice
so something like this happens instead;
the harder we try to remember
the more that we’ll forget.

No matter how much detail,
no matter how many adjectives,
no matter how breathtaking the photograph,
nothing will capture
this moment again;

Colors and voices
will melt into one;
the picture won’t be accurate,
the memory forgotten

and so we create replacements,
replacements with a buzz of meaning.
Laughter and beauty
rise up again;
The same record on repeat;
our emotions, our voices, and our lyrics

weaved into broken memories.
Repeat and repeat
until we are nothing but
shells of memories.