What We Remember.

Within the mind, a window dimly glows,

Its glass foggy with laughter, yet cracked with grief;

Each spark recalls the warmth that once was,

Each shadow clings, like a thief beneath the sill.

The brightest days return in overwhelming gleam,

Like rays through branches swaying after the storm;

Yet midnight lingers, whispering its reminder,

A hush that knots the joy with subtle pain.

For memory holds both the sun and the moon,

A woven thread of fire, water, and skin;

No truth exists in only dark or light,

But both together carve the mind’s true memory.

So let the past burn steady, faint, or deep.

A star to guide, and a shadow still to lurk.