To Remember
There are memories,
Not within my mind, but saved,
They plague me when I come across them,
How much I had loved someone,
And how much they had loved me,
I think back to the good days,
Where I smiled and had no doubts,
But slowly I drift to the end,
And I realize, no matter the love,
Always it hurt, yet I was blind,
There are memories saved,
That show a brighter side,
A side of my misery I refused to see,
I came across them the other day,
Remembering, longing, and then sobering,
Pain can look the same as joy in these moments,
Yet reality, reality is always constant
Copyright © Pamela Shepard | Year Posted 2023
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