stacked in a box.
They weren't my memories,
but they meant so much.
People I didn't know,
some that I did.
All important in that moment,
but forgotten for a bit.
The memories were a bit dusty,
and a few stuck together.
I did try to sort them,
if they made sense to me or not.
They aren't my memories after all,
but they do mean a lot.
Even if they have been stuck in that box.
