I get these flashes -
a memory floating through my mind,
when I’m thinking too much,
when I have too much time.
A picture here, a sentence there,
a feeling that won’t go away,
my heart travels the attic in my mind
picking up things along the way.
I’ve often said I don’t believe in regret
but then there are times like these,
on one of my journeys into the past
when I wish I could forget what I see.
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