Memories

It comes
In pure happiness
Even out of simple treats

In fame 
For moments
Which brought you over there

In sayings
That touch you
Make you think deep

In stories
For characters you love
When they hurt

Then in boredom too
With the wide yawns
For not having things to achieve

Of loud pain
For stupid reasons
You later laugh away

Then it comes in loss
Helpless states
And hollowness

It's there once and again
Attacking when you are weak
But sometimes strengthening you

Sometimes your eyes
It may not blur them
Neither leak

But that one leaves a mark
Etched into your sad versions
Memories you prefer not to recall