I like keeping memories
and any small object
has its own story.
Watching it and touching it
is like turning on a cooking stove
that lets go out
the fire of the past,
with its delicate flame
that bedews body and mind.
Such is past!
It's like smelling a food
that cannot be tasted,
like thinking of a love
that cannot be hugged,
making a wish
that cannot become true,
wanting someone
that could never come back
and any small object I kept
turns into a memory
that helps me feel
think
wish
want.
Any memory is a story
and any story is a memory.

January 8, 2022