What was, Is, Can be

As another year rolls in

My thoughts take a tumble

To the could’ve should’ve been

An ache in the heart percolates

That no chocolate can supplicate

I open my 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 the gates, celebrate what is, can be

 

 

 

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