Memories don’t get parking tickets
and they don’t play music you hate after a long day at work.
Memories don’t leave the toilet seat up
and they don’t snore.
Memories don’t make you walk all the way home after the late show
rather than hail a cab.
Memories make saints and martyrs
but not great disciplinarians.
Memories don’t give in and buy the playstation you refused, but neither do they haul anyone up short saying “don’t talk to your mother that way!”
Memories don’t know when to pour you a glass of wine
and they don’t weather your bad moods with grace.
Memories make great angels and heroes
but really sucky lovers.
Memories can’t hold you close.
Memories can’t fill in the blanks.