whats goin on up there?

Where does the time go? Why can’t we remember what we used to remember when we thought we’d never forget what we once knew? We love the memories though. Oh the memories. Some so sweet. Some, we thought we’re never live past. But those ones, the sweet ones, aren’t they what makes tomorrow? They must be the ones that get us through the others. Its like no matter how bad the bad ones are, those sweet ones are always worth it, no matter how long they lasted. Because after all, don’t the ones that only lasted a second, only a look, just a single word, don’t they take up just as much room in our minds as the longer, the years of relationships, the 3 hour conversation. Yep. I wish I was the conductor of someone’s memory train. So then, where are the other thoughts we once thought, the words we once spoke, the hands we once held. Where’d they get to? We’ve been robbed! (165)