NaPoWriMo (# 12): Memories

Memories..
like paper boats
gently bobbing..
fresh, making many a ripple.
some drifting..
fading slowly, lost..
some still…
un-moving and anchored..
some fossilized..
leaving bitterness behind.
I wish I could choose…
What to keep and what to lose..
I wish I could bury..
the ones that are mucky,
and full of grime..
But those are the only ones that resurface..
Time after time!!