Where Does Everything Go?

Where is what was here five minutes ago?
Where is yesterday?
A day of endless action, events, words and thoughts?
Where did it all go?

Memory carries some images of things that I found important
Some just a bit
Some very important
Like layers in soft fabric

But what about the unimportant things that happened?
The things that don't leave a trace in memory
Where do they go?

Like falling through the deep dark abyss within the folds of a scrunched soft fabric
They disappear
Taking away all traces of any colorful images that lie within the folds of memory