Curious and strange...
How the mind remembers...
Certain moments from days...
All add together into memory
Faded are some...
While others call out to us in aching clarity
Yet, we seem to forget...
Unaware of what we have held onto
When our eyes begin to cast shadows upon everything
It gives allowance to some things to hollow out our heart
Creating a darkness bred...
The negativity takes root within
Too many things begin to grow unattended
And so many others become buried in the same way
Days...
Weeks...
And years go by
We think there is time...
To say all the words that are being held upon our tongue
Or to hold the hands of another, setting things right
But life reminds us always...
That it happens every day and suddenly
The thread weaved keeping us together can be pulled apart
Its the realization found within the heaviness
How do you count the amount given?
In love or hate...
What was hidden and what was shown...
All determines if our heart becomes a garden blooming with light
Or a graveyard abandoned...
We are what remains after...
Because like regret, there is two stages of grief
Who you were before...
And who you are after.
© 2022
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