Choosing local technicalities that have been branded
in past ideas of what life would someday be a part of,
yet none of it happened.
Walking away, turning back, leaving in a bright morning
of a lasting memory that never was relived upon this
earth again.
Silent, yet tears showed the heartache as it was quelled
in yesterday's memories, taking away nothing from feelings
as they captured the pain and sorrow.
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