where do my memories go

When I forget them?

 

Are they sucked up into my mouth

And to they nestle in my teeth?

 

Does does mean that I will speak them out?

Where do they go next?

 

Will they fly into my best friends mouth

And settle into her mind

 

Or will they flutter up to to the lamp

Like a moth attracted to light

 

Perhaps they will sink to the ground

And feed on sunlight to make them sprout

If that happens

Than they will bloom into a violet sunflower

With a natural beauty rippling in it’s leaves.

 

Or will it soar up to the moon

And grow hopes and dreams

Giving some to constellations

Who don’t have their own memories

 

Could it become a gentle seamstress

Sewing clothes out of truth and courage

Gifting the wearer the power of memories.

 

A thousand stories I could tell

But truth tells very little

 

What tales would your memories tell?