Thursday, July 19, 2012

Memory is such a tease,
bringing to mind possibilities
turned into things-that-can't-ever-be,
clinging to times treasured, but lost
(like the child who holds to his mother's knees,
 scared to look at something new
 as a potential source of happiness),
contented with the once-felt joys, but
disdainful of experiencing further sorrows.

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