Memories

Beautiful, isn’t it

The way memories trickle down

From the back of ur head

To ur ears

ur tongue

To ur throat

&leave bitterness

After the sweet

Beautiful

The triggers hidden in songs

Images

Scents

The rush, the pull, to another time

The slideshow of incomplete truths

Beautiful

The way smiles creep up on your face

Then twist hearts as they evaporate into frowns

And shocked expressions of

What ifs

Beautiful

The creative ways

They find to surface

In meetings

Gatherings

On top of a great rock in the sea

Beside a lake you once circled

Isnt it, painfully beautiful

How memories

Latch themselves on your back

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear

Until you hear nothing else

And crumble

Knowing

They were only

Memories?

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