Everywhere I turn, I am reminded
Of times that were great
And even ones that were good
Why, I’ll even take the ones that were better
than now
And it’s not just at home
But on the streets
As I walk past stores
And restaurants
And tea shops
Sometimes I pause
And think for a bit
I try to relive
I try to recall
Memory, and muscle memory
Those times that we chatted
Even something irrelevant
Those times that we hugged
And maybe when we kissed
Or held hands
I have to be honest
That it’s a struggle
Thoughts are so powerful
And they sometimes
Override memory
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