the life there is, is the life there is ~


As another year rolls in
My thoughts take a tumble
To the could’ve should’ve been

An ache in heart percolates
That no chocolate can supplicate
I open memory’s floodgates

Pressed bud hugging pages sepia
Tangible proof of fragrance once held
Silent tears stream from scars still fresh

Should I mourn could’ve should’ve been
or just visit past like one does old friends
then shut gates, celebrate what is and can be~


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