Classics
A moment never fades or is far behind.
An ex of yesterdays playback in reverse.
When the feelings hit, they'll knock you down.
You allow it and take the fall.
Relentless jabs of the past followed by an uppercut of a sealed memory.
The final blow strikes the chest, enough for the concussion of the heart to take its course.
A vulnerable period of reliving events from beginning to end.
Details of your highs and lows penetrate beyond others comprehension.
Good times filter through like morphine to ease the pain,
smile the best is yet to come swiftly and surely.
Cause in the end-
After this round against the eternal opponent called life;
she'll continue those classic hits.
Just roll with the punches from experience.
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