Dusty memories appear silently
crouching, camouflaged behind
The past hovers like a mirage,
Must we drown in a flood
Soot covered indiscretions are cleansed
Playful memories, obscured amidst the clutter,
breathe new life.
Could a tiny grain of sand
that caused a shameful demise
give birth to a lustrous pearl?
Old memories wear protective layers
A wounded heart licks freshly healed scars.
Haunting words dissolve into
Warm skin against my welcoming cheek
melts malignant blemishes.
Help this tired heart caress
a fragile past,
returning, at last, to a deep love once shared.
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