Waiting to be remembered

How many memories
are hidden inside
your heart,
nearly forgotten,
waiting to be remembered,
to be shared
like photographs from
an old album?

How many times
will you sit down
to write
with a blank page
in front of you
and a pen in your hand
thinking you have nothing
to say?

And how many times
will you touch
the page
with the tip of your pen
and see the ink
begin to flow
into words
and suddenly
remember
what you had forgotten?