Omoide: memory

There is a moment that triggers past memories
like when I happened to drink seawater in the ocean.
A bit bitter,
not sad,
not want to be back
yet,
On that day
On that time
The smell of the air
The position of the sun
The laughing voices blown in the breeze
The sound of the trees fluttering in the wind
I do remember

The many memories
that I cannot have again,
where are they?
I gaze at the blue sky
In the distance
Wondering if they ever existed.
Now
The moment of Now
will be
a memory
continously...
People are weaving
Memories that
may not have ever existed.