I treasure what there used to be;
And I treasure how it ended; for it was time.
I treasure how we all moved on.
I treasure what remained of it; the memories of us at our prime.
And what vanished;
Even if losing it, forgetting it,
Sometimes felt like a crime.
I treasure what is now,
What I have, or have not; the falls, and the climb.
And although I sometimes forget,
I do want to remember,
To treasure what is yet to come.