I like to sometimes recall them, especially when I’m sitting alone,
They are like a comforting, dear friend, who is still to others, Unknown.
They’re like my little secret friends, whom I visit when I like, inviting them in when I want to, disregarding them when I like.
Memories have a special place, that we hold them close inside, disclosing them if we wish to, sharing them only with those whom we confide.
Memories are like little fragments, keep them close, keep them locked inside.