By: Gus Victoria
Days forgotten to years have turned
And the world has moved on,
No end was written
Before the book was closed.
The pages have yellowed,
Turned, tattered, and turned again.
To find what was missing
Reliving the past, aware
Of the fairy tale ended,
By two bound hearts created.
Memories burn ever clearer
Banishing the fog of vague recollection,
Consigned once to oblivion,
Yet kept hidden like jewels
In the heart,
Locked, until now.
Wounds never heal
When the pain
Is a preferred companion.
And the scar
The badge of finality.
The confession of loss.
The truth of oblivion.
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