There will be those who remember me fondly,
searching their memories for the path
where time sweetened the calm.
And there will be those who remember me with resentment,
marking their hearts with deep pain,
seeing only error in my actions,
accumulating in their beings what was once a world.
It is not contradictory, it is coherent,
for each heart feels and expresses it,
in memory, we are fragments,
light and shadow in a single reflection,
in the end, in this ebb and flow,
memories remain, lessons,
smiles and shadows, everything too,
woven into me, glances and emotions.
