Today I wish I had a ignore button for my memory.
Why is it that one memory hooks its self onto another and the door, so closed, locked, and forgotten goes flying open to let lose a flood of things best left to die away in darkness and neglect. Stuff folded, packed, sealed and shipped out to sea, destination Bermuda triangle, with barely a life line back to that closed off corner of my mind, with one question, reeled back to burst open and spill over into the now.
Picking, sorting again, going through the jewelry box of old, mismatched, broken, useless, things that once were important, and no longer mean anything. How did this break, what happened to the other one? A melting watch, where did the time go?
Memory's not saved, not treasured, like some others, just there, to flash back and annoy.
Like my mother selling My comic book collection. 300 thousand bucks worth of comics lovingly saved, for a rainy day, sold at a yard sale for 10 cents each, along with toys, a second small fortune, sold, gone. Jesus, it's pouring today.
Like time invested in a lost cause.
I don't burn bridges, Once crossed, hardly ever revisited, maybe once or twice. I believe in being friends. Love doesn't die, it changes, and moves along on a continuum. If I loved you once, I want you to remain a friend, we were friends once too. If I don't love you now as I once did, it doesn't mean I never loved you or that I have to hate you now. It just means we moved apart and away.
Be glad for what was, and for what is now. Stay in touch, be a friend, I'll always be your friend.
Why is it that one memory hooks its self onto another and the door, so closed, locked, and forgotten goes flying open to let lose a flood of things best left to die away in darkness and neglect. Stuff folded, packed, sealed and shipped out to sea, destination Bermuda triangle, with barely a life line back to that closed off corner of my mind, with one question, reeled back to burst open and spill over into the now.
Picking, sorting again, going through the jewelry box of old, mismatched, broken, useless, things that once were important, and no longer mean anything. How did this break, what happened to the other one? A melting watch, where did the time go?
Memory's not saved, not treasured, like some others, just there, to flash back and annoy.
Like my mother selling My comic book collection. 300 thousand bucks worth of comics lovingly saved, for a rainy day, sold at a yard sale for 10 cents each, along with toys, a second small fortune, sold, gone. Jesus, it's pouring today.
Like time invested in a lost cause.
I don't burn bridges, Once crossed, hardly ever revisited, maybe once or twice. I believe in being friends. Love doesn't die, it changes, and moves along on a continuum. If I loved you once, I want you to remain a friend, we were friends once too. If I don't love you now as I once did, it doesn't mean I never loved you or that I have to hate you now. It just means we moved apart and away.
Be glad for what was, and for what is now. Stay in touch, be a friend, I'll always be your friend.
posted by Gem_with_faraway_eyes | 10:47 AM
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