Memories

fond memories, 

clearly rewind back in your mind, 

you remembered the colours your mother's worn dress,

you remembered the smell of your father's cigarettes,

though through a piece of film picture you kept,

to prevent you from forgetting the moments,

the moments that you spent with your loved ones,

and as years and decades goes by,

the memories you had no longer the same,

its fading slowly without you even realised it,

your aged slowly swallowing your memories,

keeping the only facts that is obvious,

leaving the shady ones,

they're there, 

waiting for you to recreate the fond memories you had,

but you're too busy seeking for fame and money,

until one day,

a dream become fact,

a fact is like a dream,

the memories of you with each of them,

is being recall,

you missed the moments,

the moments that you had with them,

you regretted the moments,

the moments that you disappointed them,

and the next day you wake up,

you learn to accept the fact,

and you just go on with your routine,

while the taste of the pain you get, 

is slowly become norm to you