Perhaps it isn't about memories. It is about those fragments of us we have left behind never to be claimed back. It is about that broken us who can never be whole again. It is about those cracks that define us in every manner. It is about that heart which still remembers to love, those eyes which shed tears and that us that continues to live despite it all.
P.S: While working on my manuscript, these lines just crept on in my mind.