We all know it, life is short. 
But somehow we only remember the bad times. 
We forget the times when we laughed. 
We don't remember who we met. 
But when we fall asleep, late at night, 
We seem to meet again. 
We see all those lovely times. 
We remember how to smile. 
We wake up, knowing it's okay. 
But during the day, we all seem to forget, 
Just so we remember in our sleep, 
Who we really are.

My poetry is most of the time in English, my stories in Dutch.