Some memories remain,

Like tire tracks in the snow.

Some fade away,

Like snow melting from the sun.

Memories come and come undone,

Like midnight moon and morning sun.

They have their high and low moments,

Memories live and some die.

They run their course,

Over,

And over,

And over,

And over again in your head.

Until they fade,

Worn out,

And broken from time.

Like a note from a loved one from the past,

You find their words and it brings tears to your eyes.

You never know how short life is...

Until...

You look at,

The life of a memory...