Memories from yesteryears.

A drowned memory washed up on the shores of consciousness. It is nothing but a ghost of a past thought. No emotions, no tenderness, no nostalgia around it. Perhaps a wisp of remembrance, a reluctant sigh at what was.
Before the mind could dwell on it, the waves approach to take back what's theirs. The memory is carried back into the depths of the sea of buried thoughts.
Perhaps someday it will be washed up again, and maybe next time repressed emotions will accompany it.