Lost and Found

Once in a while, these special moments I make are stored inside my pocket however my pocket gets filled up easily and needs to be emptied. I never want to let them go but my pocket urges for me to do something about it until they finally give in and do it behind my back. I forget about it and then I realize I missed it, so I searched deep into the abyss of darkness hoping to get a better taste of it once more. I find it again but only fragments of it remain.