I have no greater name for you
The sadness of returning home
Nostalgia
You that are past
You that are memories
You that are gone
You that cannot come again, but for glimpses in memories and in mind
You that are stuck in me, that which I cannot shake for the life of me
Memory,
I am that which is, and that which can be no longer.
















Comments
Beautifully simple. Bittersweet truth.
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"I look at you, and I'm home" - Dory
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We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different!
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"I look at you, and I'm home" - Dory
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Don't be afraid to go out on a limb, that's where the fruit is.
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Just so you know, you don't play guitar with your neck bro...
And thank you very much. I'm taking a writers craft course at the moment, so I will have much more work to post soon. I'm very glad you like it, it means a lot to me that as good a poet as yourself enjoys it. Many fanks.
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We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different!
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