Memory or the Moment

The gloominess of the day 

    attracting feelings of a warm cup,

        coffee in hand, memory on our lips.

Conversing with a friend,

    by the brick wall of our favorite shop

        reminiscing in memories but rarely

            creating new ones.


Why would I rather sit and recall?

    Over experiencing new adventure?

Adventure that can be embraced for a moment,

    can live on for a lifetime in memory


The simple joys of this life,

    rarely outshine the big adventures

For it is often in the simple times we sit

    and relish life’s greatest ventures

The thoughts, last so much longer

    than the single moment

        from which they stemmed 


However, without the thrill of a single moment,

    there is no memory to recollect,

        no excitement to relive,

            no story to escape to.


So which comes as more important?

    The memory or the moment?


For me, it’s the ability to remember at all,

    memories that are worth sharing 

        by the brick wall of our favorite shop

            on a gloomy afternoon.

Location: Long Beach, CA, USA

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