the memories ... every event plays itself exactly as it happened... I remember the days.. the words, the expressions....and the pain. I feel it exactly as I felt it then...........
let the tears flow
they seem to have the power to wash those memories away...the sting
cry
sob
wail
let the tears flow flow... copiously.. a steady stream... a trickle..
feel the prickling pain ebb
don't stifle them
they stab at your eyes
let them flow
that gaping wound of loss .. that will never fill
the tears....will soothe them
the memories..they will remain.....now fragrant as petrichor!
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