Distant memory

 In the depths of my mind, a memory resides,

A flickering flame, where the past abides.

A distant echo, a whisper in the breeze,

A fragment of time that's kept with ease.

Like a faded photograph in an old book,

The memory lingers, though its details took.

Faces and places, a nostalgic hue,

A glimpse of moments that once were true.

Through the mist of time, it gently unfolds,

A story untold, yet still it holds.

A gentle smile, a tear in the eye,

Emotions evoked as the years pass by.

In the realm of dreams, it comes to play,

A cherished treasure that won't fade away.

Though distant it may be, it remains so clear,

A memory's embrace, forever held dear.

For memories, like whispers from the past,

Are fragments of life that forever last.

They shape who we are, the stories we tell,

And in their presence, we bid farewell.

So let us cherish each distant memory,

For they are the threads of our own tapestry.

They remind us of the journey we've tread,

And the beauty of moments, even as they spread.