Memories
can be funny things. An elaborate set up is not needed to travel to the past. A
similar name, a random hummed song, a familiar path, a remembered smell can
cause a rush of feelings. Repressed stories buried in some corner
of the heart are awakened with a jolt. A little ache gnaws the insides as
heartstrings are pulled, heartbeats are risen, laughs are heard and secrets are
whispered. Each asking for a little more time, a little more attention.
Everytime they are played & replayed. The version of how it was & a
tiny maybe of how it should have been. They are deliberately put to rest most
of times, but ever so gently they are relived with a faint smile or a deep scar
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