The memories that I can't erase
Lay scattered in the nooks and crannies of my heart.
Whenever I reach for them
They rustle gently, like fallen Autumn leaves.
Whenever I reach for them
They rustle gently, like fallen Autumn leaves.
I wonder often in quietness:
What should I do with them?
Should I wrap them in tender love,
And put them in some inaccessible part of my soul?
Or should I discard them altogether,
Like peeled vegetable skins?
Then I think of us, those shared moments of joy,
Moments of togetherness, of intimacy,
The shared vision of building a future together.
What should I do with these memories?
For memories are not like gifts;
They can't be discarded at anyone's whims.
They come unbidden when you least expect them,
And catch you off-guard.
Our memories, that can't be erased.
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