I don't want to go down that road again
Remembering the whos hows what why and when
Each time it is the same
To go over it is such a drain
Will there ever again be a time
Just to sit and the rest be mine
And what will be the final word
A memory that demands to be heard.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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