A blast from the past rustled the pages of memories;
Some flew loose from under tightly bound restraints
While others murmured their wistful complaints.

“Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat!” I admonished myself.
What was gone could never ever be returned –
The innocence of an era long since burnt.

The words try to stumble past my choked throat
No matter how hard I try to stifle them with pain.
Every time I push, they push back again and again.

Who are you to stir this hornet’s nest
And leave me behind when the stings appear?
While you do what you always do…disappear!


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