we never heal
from scars
that ache
when
old memories
resurface,
we crave
these memories,
they keep us
alive,
they bring us
moments
of fleeting joy
they are
our only
respite
in this world
full of spite,
without these
memories,
without these
moments
of fleeting joy
all that would
remian
is emptiness
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The Adventures We Never Had
PoetryLadies, gentleman and others, I coyly present to you my collection of poignant poems that sometimes fail to be even that. These poems will be unlike any other poems you've had the pleasure of reading, but then again, that can be said of every other...
