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Memory Trove
A poem
For someone so used to writing about love,
missing the words to express my thoughts is anathema to my soul.
And like an empty treasure trove,
the hole in my chest cannot be filled with simple rocks.
As the adventurer seeks glory in gold,
we lovers revel in memories of time past and to come.
We commemorate times of old to bring back the moments we couldn’t freeze, the butterflies we couldn’t help but feel, and the innocence we couldn’t keep.
But it is armed with the echoes of our past selves that we march into the present,
where we make love and war as fiercely as the warriors of old.
We rise and we fall,
but the flame never goes out.
Whatever ember is left is used to light the path forward,
to warm us on a cold night,
and to shine as bright as the sun when the time comes again.
I’m on an infinite journey, losing and finding my way now and then. But I’ll leave my marks here, for anyone, like me, who needs a lifeline. Stay in touch with me here.
