Memory is sticky.
It stays with you even when you thought you have outrun it.
In the moments of torrential rain
or de-moisturizing heat of the blazing sun,
it will stay with you.
So I wrote it a letter,
explaining why I had to move forward.
I explained that thanks to the memories,
those that shined brightly,
and those that hurt the most,
I now know where to go.
So the memory listened and remembered what I said.
8.13.2025
