Like a faded post-it next to your reflection
Crystal clear, you see it next to your smile,
All it takes is a word, a song, a smell,
To remind you of all you were.
Like Midas with one touch it became gold,
Even though dust might settle on it, its value lies within,
At it's core it is the only wealth that brings you happiness,
The only possesion that is your own.
So treasure beyond pride and lust
And trade bittersweet for reminiscence and joy,
Unless behind a glassy, sweet exterior,
The caramel apple is rotten inside.
