Drinking in bittersweet memories with aplomb, taking turns listening and looking at each one.
Preferring to see happier times from the past, but life exists in whole - good and bad together.
All of it having to be lived and experienced in individual personal ways.
Expecting to be done and then being surprised with memories not really forgotten, just pushed down to live with their presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem