A Memory
By Joanne T
You lie there still,
Emotionless,
Yet you hold emotions.
You hold a million words,
To account a million feelings.
You remind me of the bad,
You remind me of the good.
Yet, you are just one.
The past is in you,
A memory of what it was like,
What I was,
Naïve, innocent and clueless.
I did not know then that there were many possibilities.
But I live in the present,
Where life has changed,
Where I now have new irons in the fire.
Although you are just an image,
You tell a thousand stories.