So thus ends a glorious day, Another passing hour of heartache, And wonderfully fufilling day of joy, And sorrow all sorts of put together Thrown in and mixed up Chewed up and spit upon And they say that the rest is history All sorts of gone All sorts of over All sorts of wanting to be forgotten And yet it isn’t And won’t be Because there are always reminders Of anything and everything, All of it, Any of it Some that remains And clings Trying to keep up with everything passing And walking over it Waiting to be released of something And anything Blown away with the dust Carried away by the wind Whisper your goodbyes And never look back Memories that burn Are never forgotten,lest left for people to look at To look upon with fondness Or disgust Or heartache Or sorrow Or envy Or joy even But most likely remorse and regret….

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By Xentric