Emotions strewn about the floor
in messy heaps.
Memories squeeze inside them,
emotional photographs to keep.
Picture shows play themselves,
movies in the mind.
The old days play on the screen
back when everything was gentle and kind.
It really hasn't been so long
The memories are fresh.
But just as old as the memories
is when they were seen in the flesh.
Nostalgia is a sneaky thing
and when the memories are played
is sets in and despite best efforts
it almost always stays.
The beauty in the memory
is heartbreaking at least,
More stunning than the
ascending sun in the East.
And just as a sunrise
the memories are gone.
After all, you know we
can't live in the past for long.
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