Hippocampus or Not

brain

Looking at a sunset and its amazing color
Do we file away that image to remember
An unconscious event without meaning
Maybe something we will cherish forever.

The hippocampus is a place for memories
Some we hold dear, others we try to forget
Hoping there are more good ones than bad
More that make us smile than feel upset.

There are memories we can’t seem to erase
A connection that cannot always be explained
A face or a love that we still cherish with hope
Yet for the other, the feeling has not remained.

Was it something that shouldn’t have happened
Did we misread the signal, did we not really see
Some things hang on and maybe we can’t explain
Even when the one remembering seems to be me.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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