It hurts more to see the past in lively motion,
not just a photo
or from passive memory-
but from a flickering film;
life looks forward
through the frame
and not regret,
but shame
clouds into my blood.
Feelings I've long since felt,
feelings I've done my best to compact and bury,
resurface
and, for a moment,
I feel terribly, blindingly
whole.
not just a photo
or from passive memory-
but from a flickering film;
life looks forward
through the frame
and not regret,
but shame
clouds into my blood.
Feelings I've long since felt,
feelings I've done my best to compact and bury,
resurface
and, for a moment,
I feel terribly, blindingly
whole.
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Wonderful...
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