Memory
As we age
and even sometimes
throughout our youth,
we imagine so much
of what life should have given us
or does
the mind plays a little game
fading in and out
vague hopes and dreams
This could have been
twists and contorts
the happenstance and circumstances
of just how life flowed
with our wants and desires
and our needs
here, now, comes the memories
we always wanted
as they should be.
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