
A Poem About Memory and Distance
There’s different constellations for different memories,
a melancholy picture of the past,
brings you smile.
A joyful moment makes you cry.
And thats why,
You constellate us as far apart.
One memory, two different sights,
You laugh at it as if it was a childish time
I cry for it, because childhood is pure and high.
Alike a pair of stars, One is shinning,
And the other is gone, Turned into a black hole,
But still shines on some where far away,
You think it gleams.
And I gravitated my own light.
Found this old poem in my notes. It was inspired by the idea that memories change depending on who carries them, almost like different constellations formed from the same stars.