Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

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I hoped the memories would fade

but somehow they haven't.

They're clear enough to see the flare

behind your trembling eyelids.

They're clear enough to hear you scream,

and curse at god above,

for tearing you at the seams,

and cursing you with love. 

I can remember everything

to the tiniest detail,

all the things that went to hell,

the weight that tipped the scale,

the drop that overflowed the cup,

the spark, and the fire that burned, 

all the little things,

that brought us pain and hurt.

I remember everything.

And still, I crave for more.