The Things You Remember

It's not the checklist of tourist attractions.
It's reaching your hand out
And touching where the ancients created.
Or knowing that the view in front of you
Is one that inspired artists and dreamers.

It's not the work you studied.
It's the song your friends listened to that lesson
Whose lyrics you didn't quite get.
Or how it felt to be top of the class
With that smile creeping onto your face.

It's not the view from the peak.
It's the panic then relief
When your dog fell in water then scrambled out.
Or the fantasy worlds created
And games played with your brother.

It's not random trivia about friends' likes and dislikes.
It's the way their laughter was contagious
And made you feel so good!
Or the running jokes
That no-one can remember starting.

It's the little things.
How you felt, not what you did.
And isn't that such a cliché?