Memories never go away.
They’re visitors from yesterday
often to a mixed reception.
Faces aren’t clear but
we know who they are.
We don’t remember every name
but it’s enough to see the faces
and remember how we felt.
They hide and then come back
to show another movie of the past.
We were young and knew so little.
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