Here we hide our memories;
those lost, those forgotten
and those memorialized.

Most moments
will outlive their time-
processed,
                    so completely,
we want nothing to do with them anymore
            but, the part of us that lives on-

     in the brighter corners of that vacant space

will not be discarded.

Here we store them…

We place them in a box.
            to cultivate dust and nostalgia,
                  for our future selves to discover,
                        swipe away;
                                  trivialize.

Other events are so magnificent
they break the realm of time itself
piercing the boundaries of reality;
                                      letting it bleed out
                                until its eyes dim
                        the skin pallid
              fading
and we are faced with no choice but
        to pack those away too. 

               here they rest patiently…

                   until there is enough room
                      for them to exist once again
                  or reality needs once again
              to be reminded how fragile it is.