Late last night I wept for my loss
The tears rolled down to disappear in the sheets
Like my childhood memories did in between.
For what is a memory worth when it hurts?
Is it worth remembering the good with the bad
Or the happy with the sad?
What unknown recollection has been wiped clean as the cost
Of forever forgetting the hardest things of all?
What is a memory worth when it hurts?
A childhood tale of adventure and dare,
Or the moments that held a glimmer of love?
