Memories.

A Story by Writingfox

Memories.

It is funny what triggers them, songs, phrases, objects. It is even more strange the emotion some can evoke, the gestures from the past you can actually feel, echoes and ghosts. A mere song lyric can pull you back to a certain spot with someone. A few words and you are back to the past...

Sometimes this is good, when it doesn't sting and hurt. Some memories that press themselves to you make you close your eyes with a small smile, remembering... Feeling that person next to you once again, you smile softly, just a small smile, and you are back in a moment that you had wished never would end. Emblazoned on your memory, with this recollection, it really never ended.

Memories can be like a precious token. A scrap of paper that only you know the meaning of stored in a favorite book, hidden among the leaves. Like a loose jewel placed in a jewelry box and taken out at special times. Memories are treasures. The only real treasures we have. No one can steal a memory. A thief cannot snatch in out of your mind, an insurance agent cannot put a price on it.

Some memories are bittersweet. You smile, closing your eyes as it envelopes you in a strong gentle embrace, even as the center of your chest feels numb with a distant sting as it draws you in.

Precious memories, how they linger. How they ever flood my soul.

I used to hate that old boorish gospel song, the music that was the bane of my childhood. How was I ever to know how true it could be...

So I take my memories. I memorize the moment, the smell, the touch, the sound, the music. The emotion evoked in my spirit. It may hurt later, but when my mind pulls it from the depths of my vault, my treasure room, I will be glad to have that small token.