The memories come streaming back
in unexpected moments.
Uneasily, I sift through them
before I just surrender to their call.
These times were good, those times were bad.
I wonder if I ever really ever had a choice at all.

To see a life through eyes of soul makes
everything so complex and so simple.
There is so much beauty left untold by man.
The sweetness of the poignant pain
for love that lives no more.
A ghostly image, entering the door.

The tale is told. Too late, the explanations.
The lies took hold of their imaginations.
Unmasked, the truth is calling out again.
A moment of a sweet reprieve and then,
the ending, that great desecration,
rises over all the little loving interactions.

When all the memories come streaming back
in the most unexpected moments of resolve.
Standing tall, when suddenly, a slump
reveals the losses they keep spreading
through the waves of time and space.
Unexpected then -
to find love reaching
for their hearts yet once again...

? Michaelette ?

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