Ralph Acosta (November 27th 1988 / Bronx, Ny)

Today will be a memory
yesterday is a memory drifting away
memories turn into tears,
tearing us apart.

Fear of moving on, afraid of change,
in a minute this will just be a memory
memories are all pain in vain
memories are like dreams, a reflection of the past.

Memories are vision of what it used to be.
my memories are sadness and struggle
what are yours?
are they sadness and struggle?

You are but a memory
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
and as you slowly vanish
I huddle in my room and cry.

A memory that’s all I have
that’s all that’s left of you
nothing but a mere memory
that still lingers, only for a little while longer in my head.

Don’t forget about the past
without memories there is no yesterday.
make every day one to remember a
memory to move on with no pain or anymore regrets