you are immortalized,
locked up,
to just be sweet,
for to open you to the realm of the real,
is to unleash,
why the tide swept us away,
to unravel what was to be kept concealed.
Why, sometimes, memories stay in the vicinity of our heads and never invited in the realm of the real.
A Chorus of Echoes 
It really is funny how a memory, especially over time, is never quite like it actually happened……
i was grappling with that same question myself here. Funny, this poem started out from reading a friend’s status on facebook.