Memory breathes

Automatically recording

The moments of life

We may forget

Or remember

Like a breath

Some are deeper

Or smaller

But still part

Of the bigger picture

Taking in the vision

Absorbing what may come with it

And consequently

Breathing out

Something it replaced

Smell the roses

Blow out the candle

Smell the emotions

Blow out the battle

We breathe, just as memory does

And stop, just as memory dies