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It sits there in the back,

Crowding out love and joy

Reminding you what you had

all you’ve lost

what could have been

but never was

There it waits hidden beneath a memory

burns to the touch

a blink of an eye,

hopes turn to ash,

cold and dry,

the past,

you should be free

but it won’t leave,

coloring everything

there is no getting over it,

grief does not leave

it is the unwanted guest

who comes to stay.

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